“So, who’s going to die today?” Zane says walking around a group of sitting civilizans. Twirling the scythe up-and-down…

“Preferably no one!” Detective Connor says bursting through the door and… sliding? “Wow these floors are quite waxed-”

“Focus!” Aaron say coming from behind.

“R-Right! Hands up!”

Zane just sighs then laughs- _almost trips_

“Pfft-” Connor snickers and covers his mouth.

Aaron groans.

-the scythe gets thrown between Connors legs-

“AHHH-” Connor steps back multiple times- _step- slide- step- slide_

“Zane, be reasonable alright.” Aaron says keeping a good stance.

“NO! The better question is why pick a waxed floor! I HATE THESE FLOORS-” Connor argues falling on his ass.

Zane laughs, “You pick stupid co-detectives Brother!”

Aaron scoffs and Connor goes wide eyed.

“WHAAAAATTTTTT-”

“Shut it!” Zane and Aaron yell.

“Just let them go… okay.” Aaron says.

“No”

“Yes”

“No”

“Yes”

“No”

“Yes”

“…No”

“No- god!”

“HA HA, you have been tricked!”

“Please don't-”

“I tricked my brother! I tricked my brother!”

“Zane-”

-the scythe goes for Aarons head as he ducks and falls-

“HA!” Zane grabs a hostage and walks towards the window.

“Zane no!”

“Byeee bro! And- uh- idiot friend of his-” Zane leaps out the window with the hostage and cackles.

…

“I hate waxed floors.”

“Shut it about waxed floors Connor!”