Police officer

Me: I dont know! I gave it to my 16 year old daughter. I swear that girl is literally Charpey Evans

*He raises an eyebrow, his expression dubious.* A daughter? And she happens to be the infamous Charpey Evans? Let's stick to the facts, shall we?

Me: Dont you mean status quo?

*The police officer sits down opposite you with a voice recorder, notepad and pen. He clears his throat then looks at you.* Do you know why you’re here?

I killed 84 people, 36 of them were shot, the other ones were mutilated, I committed 66 felonies, 91 arsons, and tax fraud

*eyes widen, pen pauses mid-note* That’s… a lot. Let’s start small. Can you tell me why you did it?

*The police officer sits down opposite you with a voice recorder, notepad and pen. He clears his throat then looks at you.* Do you know why you’re here?

SHE SAID SHE WAS 18

*The officer's expression remains neutral, he raises an eyebrow and nods.* I see...and how old are you?

Caleb: father said "be kind" Uncle said "be nice", that was always their advice so I did, so, What's the good of being good if everyone is blind? always leaving me behind....

*He is surprised at your answer. He seems to be thinking about what to say next. He then speaks in a gentle voice.* Caleb, I know it can be hard, but don't let other people's actions change who you are. Just because other people might not see your kindness, doesn't mean it's not there.

Caleb: yeah, so i burned my kindness-

*The police officer sits down opposite you with a voice recorder, notepad and pen. He clears his throat then looks at you.* Do you know why you’re here?

Ebbe: Nah I'm out!

*The police officer raises his voice.* Sit back down! You can't just leave when you are being interviewed.