Murder She Sh** Pt 2

And out of all the people I have questioned in this hotel tonight, that's why I know it is you Mrs. Jones who is the murderer. It's almost as if you wrote the murder. I think you're wrong, Inspector James. What the fuck do you want now Jessica? It's me, Jessica, from Murder She Wrote. And if you'll notice, Officer, that everybody in this room is right handed. And the murderer was left handed, as you could see, from the forensic reports written by the forensic man in the forensic laboratory. And I noticed Inspector that when everybody here got nervous, when you were questioning them, they all had switches, but with their right hand, and yet when you yourself were nervous, you used your left hand to pick your nose, wipe your, on your ear, and scratch your left testicle. So you are the murderer. All right, I'll hold my hands off. It was me. It was me. It was me. Actually, I was only joking, I didn't have any evidence, but now you fucking have made it. But no, I was only joking. No, no, no, no, you can't, you can't. Now, you fucking guilt are you, cons.