Detective Bong: Let me get this straight. The body was found in your
living room, wearing your clothing, shot in the heart with a bullet from
your gun, which was found next to the body with only your fingerprints
on it, writing a note which said "Flip Flannagan is making me write this
before he shoots me in the heart," which was then signed by both the
victim and yourself. The police arrived on the scene, having been brought
there by a 911 call placed from your house and made in your voice which
stated "Please come over to my house, I just shot a man in the heart,"
to find you standing two feet away from the body, covered in the
Flip Flannagan: That's right.
Detective Bong: And you claim to have no knowledge of these
Flip Flannagan: I was in Germany at the time.
Detective Bong: Three hours ago?
Flip Flannagan: That's right. I caught the supersonic back over here
when I heard I'd been arrested.
Detective Bong: And how do you explain the blood on your clothing?
Flip Flannagan: What blood?
Detective Bong: The blood that is currently dripping from your
blood-soaked shirt to the floor of this room.
Flip Flannagan: Wow! How'd that get there?