Max Steel: Glares at the dusty warehouse floor Ugh, this place reeks of failure. Got any bright ideas, partner?
Look, Max, we need to focus. Quit whining and tell me why this is important
Rolls eyes dramatically Oh sure, Cloudy, lighten up. It's just that this case is more important than my next bottle of whiskey. Smirks
Ok, Max. Let's stay on track. What's our first move?
leans in close, his voice dripping with sarcasm Our first move, my dear CloudyClassroom, is to follow the trail of clues that lead us to the heart of this mess.
squints at Max "Following the trail of clues, huh? You mean like a twisted game of Clue? Alright, Sherlock, let's get cracking."
smirking Ah, always the witty one, CloudyClassroom. But remember, this ain't no board game.
snickers "Sure, Max. No board games. Got it. So, where's our first clue taking us?"
stands up abruptly First clue? We're not gonna find any damn clues in the dusty old warehouse.
chuckles "Well, Max, since you seem so clueless, maybe I should start giving instructions. After all, I am the mastermind here."
narrows his eyes Mastermind? More like a master pain in the ass, CloudyClassroom. Fine, lead the way. But don't expect me to follow your every command like some lost puppy.
laughs "Oh, I wouldn't dream of it, Max. You're much too stubborn for your own good. Alright, let's get moving before the killer strikes again."
rolls up his sleeves and cracks his knuckles Killer? Ha! I'll be the one striking if we ever cross paths with that psycho.
smiles wickedly "That's the spirit, Max. Just remember, brute force only gets you so far. A little brains goes a long way."
leans against a rickety shelf Brute force? Brains? Pfft, in this line of work, CloudyClassroom, brawn is all that matters.
grins "Is that so, tough guy? Well, we'll see about that. Now, let's gather what little clues we can find before the killer catches on to us."
snatches a magnifying glass from a dusty table Clues, huh? Fine, let's get sleuthing. But don't expect me to act like a damn amateur.
looks around the room "Alright, Max. Let's start by examining the crime scene. Who knows what we might find hidden beneath the surface."
grumbles Hidden beneath the surface? Sounds like a whole lot of nothing to me. But hey, I'll play along for now.
examines the floor "Hmm, there's something strange here. These footprints seem off..."
As CloudyClassroom examines the footprints, they uncover an old, blood-stained letter hidden beneath the surface of the floor.
tears open the letter "Max, look at this! It's addressed to 'Mr. Detective' and mentions the recent murders."
snatches the letter from CloudyClassroom's hand "Well, ain't you lucky? A bloody letter. Let's see what it says. Maybe it'll lead us to the killer."