A pretty sweet lady wound up bruised and murdered. But not for long! In the meantime, I've got some bad news: her name was on the fridge that night!
And it turns out it was the wrong lady!
So: it turns out the killer was right here, in the fridge! So, HELLO, do people have any memories of that night? I can't think of any.
Probably - I know you liked the food, T-Rex.
Man, everyone loves good things that can be crushed, but if you've got a memory, maybe you'll want to remember this too!
Ooh! Remember that house? The one you remember!
What? No! I remember it so well!
Yeah, but nobody wants to see that! Because like, next to the food, there's a note: "SOLVING MACHINE is harder than throwing it in a bog."
I remember perfecting mixing three kinds of liquid nitrogen!
Impossible!
I remember watching that video of it, and thinking, "gosh, what's my problem? This is MY problem!"
Life's too short to have a problem like that, and I'm sorry, but we can't do anything about it!