• James sat in the little chair, handcuffed and shackled to the chair. The fat swine that was officer Dent, sat, his stomach wide as the chair he sat in, he tried to position himself to comfort while seeming intimidating. James would of laughed, but had lost the ability.
    "alright you little punk," He paused to exhale. "tell me you're side of the story."
    "fine. Mary jane and i had been relaxing under a tree, you know the romantic stuff-" Dent made a noise that signaled him to get on with a point. James made a noice that told the cop he would not. "We sat there under the tree for hours talking about mushy stuff. Thats when Randal came. He was pretty angry looking. He started yelling at Mary Jane and i told him to get the hell away from us-"
    "so that's why Fred dent is dead..... because he made you mad?"
    "let me finish, MR. Dent." Dent grunted loudly and let him finish. "This is when he pulled out the gun-"
    "What gun! we did'nt find no gun on him, are you sure you did'nt pull out a gun?" The swine interrupted.
    "well you did'nt find you're first grade english class either did you. Of course he did'nt find it, i burried it under that tree. Anyway, I think he meant to shoot me, but, then again the only thing he was good at was being a total a**. When i heard Mary Jane scream, all of the happiness in the day drained away. I jumped on Fred and started punching him. I kept punching him until he went limp, then i kicked his head. Mary jane was dead, and Fred was on his way........."
    "Alright!" He barked James noticed that officer Dent was a shade of red brighter than a new brick wall. "Fred can't tell his story so why should i believe you?" He demanded
    "Mary Jane can't tell her story, so why should i care that her murderer is in a coffin?" Dent hopped out of his chair and shouted in James face.
    "You are the murderer! You killed a man like a savage animal!" he calmed down and flopped back into the chair. "you won't get away with this. The mayor will do anything i say. i could even get you the death penalty...."
    "You know porkchop, A voice recorder is such a pest when you say things like that."
    "You won't leave with it." Dent roared, springing, kind of, from the chair. "you might not leave at all......"
    "won't do any good, this entire conversation has been playing on 67.3 The crab this entire time."
    "I can kill you before they get me, and you will still be charged with murder if i don't. face it you're going to jail."
    "most likely, but you're going to hell."
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