Conversation · Cuno

It's tough to tell, but he actually does... a little. He tilts his head to the right, reassessing you in the light of your bad ass learning disability.

"Let's back up. This isn't going anywhere."

The buck-toothed gremlin lets go of his head. Looks like the attack has passed.

The pain of the word recedes, he's feeling better now. Further away from education.

"Shitload, pig, what's your question?"

"Don't tell the pig shit, Cuno!"

This is where you quickly ask him questions. Real cop-questions. Like a cop.

(Whisper.) "Kim, help me out here. What do we want to know?"

"If I were to want to waste my time -- which I do not -- I would ask them who he is, how he got there, and the usual."

The usual being "have you seen anything out of the ordinary" or "have you seen anything suspicious"?

You have no idea what the usual is. Just ask whatever comes to mind.

"Uh..."

"Pig's choking, he's totally choking!"

Stop choking or everyone will see you're a fake! All this thespianism isn't doing you any good!

The kids are overwhelming you. Regain control of yourself and the situation.

"I don't have questions."

"Fucking idiot mulkkupää doesn't know any questions."

The lieutenant is sitting on the edge of his bed, twenty kilometres from here, and cleaning his boots. An archetypal policeman like him would definitely come up with some questions to ask right now. Unlike you, standing here alone, unable to gather your thoughts.