Tropers: The Series

"So is the killer in this apartment?"

I would assume so.

"SO! Guess this means..." Zanreo looks slowly over the crowd. "Either... the killer is one of US! OR...." She takes a deep breath. "They are... hiding somewhere!"

Bob gestures towards Satan.

"I would suggest you interrogate him first."

Thanks for throwing me under the bus.

"Thanks for throwing me into a fucking fire."

"Well, the obvious choice is WD. But she wasn't there to start the fire."

"If it was me, it would've been a lot messier y'know."

If it were me, this investigation wouldn't be happening, because there would be no evidence.

"Any milk or calcium pills left over would leave plenty of evidence."

"I'm assuming that was directed at me."

"But can we even be sure the murderer started the fire... or is this a separate incident? OR... did they both TEAM UP? The plot thickens..."

"Maybe we should go to that place on the card and look for clues."

Which is why I summoned the prick outside to drive us there as fast as possible.

"Sounds like a plan... so who's joining?"

"I am!" says Puma, who has changed into a blue coat, a red hat, and yellow shorts, and holding a magnifying glass.

"I am so ready to do fun reading and math problems to solve this case!"

"This is no time for math!"

Edited by HyperReal on Jan 13th 2019 at 2:17:30 AM

Seeing as I'm paying for the ride, I'm going as well.

"I'm just going to make sure that Satan doesn't kill all of you."

I'm sure I probably won't kill all of them.

"Very reassuring."

Edited by Bobthedeadguy on Jan 13th 2019 at 3:04:59 AM

(Tales yeets Satan into the sun.)

“What is this, the Mr. Hell Show? Let’s just go to the morguetuary.”

(The Tropers arrive at the morguetuary. Behind the counter, they see a man that looks very much like Awful B. Bad. Maybe because he is Awful B. Bad.)

Satan reappears.

I don't know why you expected that to work, but I'll try not to get involved as much (read: CONSTANTLY).

"Thanks for trying, though."

Puma slams his hands down on Awful's desk dramatically.

"Mr. Bad, we've got witnesses, precedent, and a paper trail a mile long!"

"...Okay, not really. We'd just like to ask you some questions."

"First of all, Who killed Urkel?"

"And were you the one who burnt our kitchen?"

"And why didn't I get my last paycheck? Granted, I quit, but I still want it!"

"Where were you less than an hour ago?"

"Do you know where... the rest of this note is?" Zanreo asks, holding up the ripped note.

"Were you the one who set the kitchen on fire?"

”A: No. B: I don’t think the kitchen was ever burnt. C: I was in your house concocting a scheme to murder Steve Urkel. 4: No.”