Extra! Extra!

2002-09-05 || 6:55 p.m.

"But why?" she said, her voice filled with stunned confusion. "It's just so incredibly unlike him."

"What is? I think it's perfectly within his character to do such a thing."

"Are you kidding? This is Sfida we're talking about here. He might say he wants to hurt a person, but I think it's totally beyond his capacity."

"Only because he's about as strong as a shih tzu and as durable as a piece of chalk," he replied sardonically.

"Even besides that. He's just too... nice, I guess."

"You've never seen him when he works on physics."

"Well YOU'RE cynical this evening. I still think it was a mistake."

"Trust me. They have the right man."

"They'd throw snowballs in Hell before Sfida'd even injure, let alone kill, anyone."

[Picking up newspaper] "'Satan hospitalized with broken back. Slipped on ice in driveway, eyewitnesses say.'"

[Glowers.]

"Trust me. He really did kill his [class omitted] professor."

"Fine then. How?"

"Apparently, it was done with a spork."

[Glowers.]

"Ok, ok, it was a poison blowdart."

"Men are scum."