Blood on the ceiling,
Blood on the floor.
Splattered on the walls,
Smeared on the door.
What happened here?
I do not know.
Any witnesses found?
Doesn't appear to be so.
Well do we have any leads?
Only this footprint sir.
That can't be it!
Well, that and this fur.
I can't solve this!
The forensics have been in!
What have they to say?
Nothing, no wins.
This is a mystery.
Sir, thats the point.
Well i cant solve this.
Maybe you need to be joint.
But nobody can solve this!
Oh! We've found a comb!
That's besides the point...
Call in Sherlock Holmes!
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