You continue dancing in a desperate attempt to fight the man, but just as you're getting ready to really show the man, the man shows up and hand cuffs you. The man, of course, was Detective Douglas. He escorts you to a car waiting outside, a police officer that accompanied him reading you your miranda rights. The ride through town is short; before too long you find yourself in the police department, awaiting interrogation. You are placed in an all white room with the cliche one-way-window to allow people to look in. Before you is a desk and on the desk is a tape recorder. There is an empty chair before you.

A police officer comes in and starts the tape recorder, sitting in the empty chair. "Please state your name for the record," he says.

What. The. Hell. Are. You. Talking. About.

How was asking to listen to the cop talk more spam/stupid? And it's funny that's what you ended up doing when someone else asked it. Sorry for not asking everyone near me to screw me.

State your name as Inigo Montoya.

The police officer looks at you. "Son do you think this is a joke?"

Inform him that yes, it is partially a joke. Tell him that he is merely a character in a crowd-sourced story on staredit.net, and that your crafty overlords control your every whim with very open margins to work within.

Having remembered that you watched this incredibly informative youtube video about why you shouldn't talk to (American) police:

You remember that you have the right to remain silent, and so refuse to answer any questions that the policeman asks you as your attorney is not present.

Post has been edited 1 time(s), last time on Sep 15 2012, 5:48 am by Lanthanide.

From Kame, "It's pretty obvious from the previous posts that the character killed someone (hence the cop and the chase) and there is no reason to believe that the detective had anything more to say to the character; he just wanted the character to come quietly.."

I can see that this is legitimately a misunderstanding, so just chill, guys.

Demand a potato. Or is that the other RP? Ok nevermind, demand that the officer give you some of his donuts. When he denies that he has any, call him a liar. Use the following text:

"I DEMAND. A donut."

and either "YOU LIAR" or "Don't be coy with me, show me the donuts. We all know you got them somewhere *wink* "

The police gives you a glare. "Sir, I respect your right to remain silent but that does not include your name, address, or date of birth. After you have given me this information I will allow you to call your parents or an attorney."

You look around the room for doughnuts, but find none.

Fuck you! I don't need to tell you jack shit!

"We're conducting an investigation, okay? So I need to see some identification," the police officer says. "Are you going to cooperate with me?" You mumble and fidget, glaring at him. "Alright, let's go." He escorts you to a holding cell and locks you in. Everything is concrete except for the bars on your jail cell. You are in your street clothes still, but he has since removed your wallet, the knife, and any other personal belongings you had.

Look for a way out, and check your inventory.

The police station currently has your personal belongings, so all you have on you are the lady clothes you bought at the mall.

There is no way out.

Remove clothes and use your lunatic strength to break free.

You strip down and wrap the shirt around your head. You brace yourself, clasping your hands together in quiet meditation. You focus your energy down into the center of your soul, pullong all of the energy into a focused point I your palms. You pull the energy in. Invigorated by your new found energy, you clapse your hands around the bars of the jail cell and pull. The energy courses through you, electrifying your senses.

Nothing happens.

The police officer comes back in and unlocks your cell. "Alright, yoy have one phone call you can make. Put your clothes on."

You ablige the police officer, redress, and walk to the phone.

Call your lawyer.

You remember that due to a string of scandals related to your mother's divorce from your hollywood star father that you have access to a lawyer at anytime. You call his number and it is almost immediately answered by your mother. "What's wrong dumpling?" She asks with concern.

"Why do you have the lawyer's phone, I thought you were on vacation in Bermuda?" You ask her.

"Oh well Mike came to look over some of the things in the divorce settlement...one thing led to another and he has decided to stay for a while. Oh, here he is."

"Hello Pan," Mike the lawyer said. He sounded significantly more worried than your mother. "Are you alright? Are you in jail? Have you said anything?"

Tell him you're in jail for a crime you didn't commit, and that he should come to you immediately and testify in your defense.

Mike takes down the address of the police department and promises to be there within two days, but that it would depend on whether or not he can find a flight. He advises you to fill out a statement on your name, address, and birth date, but is told to not say anything else

You are given an orange jump suit by a police officer and escorted to another cell that is slightly larger and shared with one other man.

Ask him what he's in for.