<manuel>
	<case> 
		1. I have no more patience. Who are you actually?
		2. I know you saw Mr Love yesterday here at the bar! We found this GAF Bar card with him!
		3. ADMIT THAT YOU ARE THE BAR MANAGER DAMN YOU!
		
		1. THIS STUPID PAPER SAYS THAT YOU ARE THE STUPID BAR MANAGER!
		2. People here are really filfhty. They always leave the toilet seat up! Do they piss on the walls as well?
		3. We found a notice on the bathroom that states that some Mr Manel is the manager here at GAF Bar. You deny you're him?
		
		1. DAMN IT, WHAT ABOUT THIS PHOTO OF YOU THAT SAYS ``MANAGER OF THE MONTH´´?
		2. JEEEZ MAN! YOU ARE THE MANAGER! ADMIT IT!
		3. I am being very calm about all this and asking you very calmly if you are the calm manager.
	</>
	<bot> 
		1. This Bar GAF card is really pretty, beep. Where can I make one of these?
		2. Boop, this Bar GAF card that we found at the hotel tells us that Mr Love was here in your bar.
		3. What does GAF mean exactly? Bop?
		
		1. We found a notice in your bathroom that states that the GAF Bar manager is called Manel, beep. Is this true?
		2. Beep. Did you see the notice in the bathroom Mr? Every human being should be taught standard etiquette, don't you agree?
		3. Why don't you like cowboy hats Mr? Bop?
		
		1. This photograph shows that you, Mr Manel, are the GAF Bar manager. Beep.
		2. Beep, from the calculations I made and with this proof I have with me, I can safely confirm that this photo was taken with a Mikon 400SL.
		3. Bop, from what I can see in this photo, the FAG Bar manager is Mr Manel.
	</>
	<answers> 
		Me? I am jusht a pershon that shervesh drinksh to the costumersh.
		I may or may not have sheen. And thish ish not a card.
		Tssh. Calm he says. Your friendly robot over here sheemsh to be mush more capable than you!
		I may have sheen him yeshterday or shome other day, but yesh, he ish a frequent coshtumer. 
			
		Beshidesh dumb you are alsho rude. You didn't have a mother to raishe you did you? Go away already, I am getting tired of you and your stupid cowboy hat!
		Yesh, people here get really hammered and when they go to the bathroom they forget to close it! It drivesh me crazy! But what doesh that have to do with me?!
		Hummm, well... look here! What notice are you talking about!? DAMN YOU MAN! Go away already! You either drink or you get out of here!
		Er... I... I mean, thish Mr Manel guy ish really shomething! He ish actually the manager yesh... but thish doeshn't prove that I am him!
		
		That ish not a picture of me! Just go away man, I can't shtand you any longer!
		Shtop yelling, you are shcaring the coshtumersh! How rude!
		And I will tell you very calmly that I am not the manager! Now leave me very peashefully!
		Sho what!? I wash manager for ONE month, now thish ish ANOTHER month! Get the hell out of here!

		Thank you, they really are pretty. Now, either Mr Robot ashksh shomething that mattersh or he getsh out of here. I have lot'sh of shtuff to do.
		What card are you talking about?
		Thish ish the big queshtion you wanted to ashk? Think really hard if thish wash really the queshtion that Mr Robot wanted to ashk me!
		It really ish true, he ish ushually here every day. He normally comesh at night and hash a few drinksh.
		
		It doeshn't look that obvioush.
		I do agree little buddy. Whoever put that notice in there ish absholutely right. But what doesh this hash got to do with me? Get outta here and leave me alone.
		Becaushe we are in a city. It doeshn't make shenshe to wear a cowboy hat in a city. It'sh shilly.
		Yesh, that'sh true. Mr Manel ish the GAF Bar manager. Now, who he ish it'sh a completely different shtory.
		
		That thing ish not a photo little budy! Now go away, I have coshtumersh waiting for drinksh! Damn it!
		A Mikon 400SL? Sho what? You have to got back to shchool and sheck on your math becaushe your calculationsh are all wrong! Beat it!
	    FAG Bar? FAG? WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO IMPLY? JERK!
		Yesh... you are right... I am the GAF Bar manager...
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<garcia>
	<case>
		1. I know you are the one who killed Mr Love, ``friend´´ CONFESS!
		2. YOU were the one who wrote Mr Love's suicide letter! And YOU are the one who killed him! ``friend´´...
		3. You had Mr Love's suicide letter with you. How come such important evidence was with you and not in the crime scene?
		
		1. AhAH! You are nervous! That proves everything! YOU DID IT!
		2. And you killed him! HAHAHAHAHA! YOU ARE DONE FOR!
		3. And your policeman bagde was at the crime scene! How do you justify this?
		
		1. Jeeeez! You are sweating like a pig! No wonder, IT WAS REALLY YOU! Confess ``FRIEND´´!
		2. Garcia, these handcuffs place you at the bar on the night of the murder. We even have a witness that says you were there. Stop lying and confess.
		3. You were at the bar and I know it! You left these handcuffs there. You usualy go to drink some Porto wine every night, right?!
	</>
	<bot>
		1. Dear Policeman Garcia, beep, please tell us if it was you who killed Mr Love.
		2. Mr. Love's suicide letter was delivered to us by you in hand. Shouldn't it have stayed at the crime scene to help the investigation? Beep?
		3. Beep, bleep, blop boop!
		
		1. Your bagde was found at the crime scene. Bop. Wasn't Mr Garcia already there when we arrived?
		2. What is made of metal, has the words “Policeman” and “Garcia” and you strap it to your chest with a pin?
		3. Your nervous state leads me to believe that you are extremely worried with something very important, beep. Isn't that right Ms. Stephanie Love?
		
		1. Your tremors and sweat means that I am correct. Beep. You ARE Stephanie Love and these are your handcuffs of love. Boop, bop!
		2. I know you weren't at the hotel because these handcuffs were lost in the bar, beep. We have a witness that says they are yours.
		3. We know you were at the bar because you forgot your handcuf there, beep, beep!
	</>
	<answers> 
		But are you insane? I would never do such a thing.
		My handwriting is terrible, I would never be able to write such a thing. In fact, I write everything with my trusty typewriter.
		That is not a suicide letter comrade...
		Yeah... er... since the letter contained some personal content, I figured it would be for the best to keep it with me. So, as soon as I arrived to the crime scene I kept it with me. I gave to you as soon as you got there.
			
		I am nervous because you keep asking these stupid questions!
		I didn't kill him, there you go saying stupid crap. How long do we know each other Case!?
		If that is a badge than I am Mickey Mouse!
		Ah! THAT. It's because I... er... I arrived before you did to the scene of the crime? I was there with the agents and... er... well we... ahem... we ate some donuts while I was waiting for you, and since I didn't want to get my badge dirty I took it of. That was it. The agents can confirm it. And thanks for bringing my badge back!
		
		No ``friend´´, I did not! Goodbye!
		I am getting sick of your crap. Those are not handcuffs and I was up all night working at the station. Now stop the stupid questions and leave me alone!
		When I do go to the bar, is to drink non-alchoolic beverages, and yesterday I was not there. Now go away, you are giving me headaches!
		I... er... ohhh buhhhh! YES YES, I was at the bar. Chuif, chuif... I should have been working at the station but I was at the bar... chuif, chuif... are you happy now?

		How cute, the little sidekick robot doing an interview! Can I take a photo for Facebook?
		He is so adorable! Buit little friend, that is not a suicide letter! Case! CAAASEEE!!! Your robot is loosing it!
		Simply A.D.O.R.A.B.L.E! Case, why is this machine talking to me?
		Ohhhh, thats right little robot, I should have left the letter at the crime scene, but I thought it was more important to give it to you in hand since the content was very personal.
		
		Ohhh, how cute, he doesn't know what a badge is! Now scram!
		I don't know, I give up... Oh wait, wait! Is it a sheriff star? No? Right, you better go home now...
		Humm? Poor thing, your circuits must have gotten all messed up with this complicated case. Look friend, I am Policeman Garcia and this is Detective Case. Recognize us? No? SCRAM!
		Yes, Yes, right.... er... I just forgot it there. I was there with the agents and we ate some donuts while I was waiting for you guys, and since I didn't want to get my badge dirty I took it of. That was it. The agents can confirm it. And thanks for bringing my badge back!
		
		You must have a switched circuit, those are normal handcuffs and I am Policeman Garcia! Let's just end this! Next time, learn to known the difference between a man and a woman, will you?
		There he goes trying to act like a detective, hwo cute. But those are not handcuffs and I don't have the time to play Detectives!
		That means nothing, those could be handcuffs from some other policeman. And this interview ends here!
		How does that witness knows those are my handcuffs? It could have been any policeman to leave them there but not me. It really doesn' matter, this interview is over!	
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<manuel1>
	<case>
		1. This GAF Bar card belongs to you, isn't that right?
		2. ``Manel+Love=Mavel´´? Who the hell is Mavel?
		3. Mr Manel, you are Lady Love's lover, aren'r you?
		
		1. Very well. And you care to explain why was your card in Mrs Love bag?
		2. Very well. And you care to explain what were your wig hairs doing in room 302?
		3. Certainly. And you care to explain why was your wig found in room 302?
		
		1. You wear a wig and we know it. WHAT ABOUT THIS PHOTO? Hum? It's you isn't it?
		2. Of course you wear a wig! We found this ugly thing right here in your own bar!
		3. Oh, you don't wear? WHAT ABOUT THIS WIG HERE? Hum? You were in the hotel room weren't you?
	</>
	<bot> 
		1. Boop, beep, this GAF Bar card was found in Mrs Stephanie Love handbag.
		2. It is obvious that Mr Manel and Mrs Love are dating, beep. Just as this card proves.
		3. In the message “Manel+Love=Mavel” you can see that there is a very strong love triangle between you, Mrs Love and one Mavel. Bop.
		
		1. Bop. This strange wig was found here in the bar. I suspect it is yours. Beep.
		2. Boop. Your wig is dfirectly correlated with the hairs we found previously.
		3. Beep. What about these hairs from your wig that we found in room 302? Beep? Would you mind explaining what they were doing there? Boop?
		
		1. But we have your wig, and I am 99% certain that these hairs belong to it. Beep. What were you doing in hotel room 302?
		2. I have your wig. Beep. And I have your hairs. Beep. I have already concluded that Mr Manel is the killer.
		3. Beep. We know it was you who murdered Mr Love. Confess Mr Manel. Beep.
	</>
	<answers> 
		Yesh, it belongsh. Why?
		You know nothing about love, do you?
		I may or I may not be, who knowsh?
		How did the Detective get our card? Er... I mean... my card. Darn it... haaaa, yesh... I am Shtephanie Love'sh lover. Dang it.
			
		I tld you man, we are loversh. How did thish card end up in your handsh is shomething I would like to know, would you care to explain me?
		What room 302? What hairsh? Man, if you are going to acushe me of shomething, jusht shay it. I have coshtumersh to attend to.
		My wig wash in room 302? But I don't wear a wig man.
		Wig hairsh? From my wig? But I no longer use it... I MEAN, WHAT WIG? I don't wear a wig!
		
		Yesh I am, sho what? Can't a man wear a wig anymore? Shtop meshing around with other peoplesh shtuff and go away. Coshtumersh are waiting for me.
		Yesh I wear, sho what? Jusht wait until YOU get older, then we'll talk. Time catchesh every man Detective, you wait and shee!
		What wig? What you hold in your hand ish everything but a wig. Jusht get out of here, I have glashes to clean.
		No man, I wash never in that hotel room! Thish interview endsh here, let me go!

		And you got it out from there little bot? You think what you did ish ok? Hum?
		Little bot, that ish not a card. Maybe we should jusht shtick to what wash previoushly arranged and you jusht tell some jokesh on shtage, ok?
		What? Mavel? Maybe the little metallic friend needsh to shtop by the workshop? Hum?
		Why do you have our card with you little bot? I mean... err... darn it, yesh... me and Shtephanie are sheeing each other.
		
		Yes little bot, it ish mine. Thank you.
		Hairsh from a wig? But I don't wear a wig little bot. Go up on shtage and do your number, you already have an audience waiting for you!
		Little bot, thoshe are not hairsh. Now go back on shtage and tell your jokesh which ish what you do besht.
		Little bot, thoshe can't be the hairsh from my wig becaushe I don't wear it any longer. I MEAN, what wig? Yeah, right!
		
		You have my wig little one? Where? Tssh tssh, I don't think I want you telling jokesh in my bar any longer. Just go away and don't come back pleashe.
		You have my hairsh?  And what ish your conclushion with thish? Get the hell out of here if you pleashe. I can't shtand theshe pointlessh acushationsh.
		I DIDN'T KILL ANYONE! Damned robot. Shuuush! Get out of here!
		Me! Little bot? My wig... shniff... shniff... yesh, it ish my wig, it'sh sho ugly.... shniff... how did thoshe hairsh get in that room I have no idea...
	</>	
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<love>
	<case>
		1. You big stupid woman, you are just a big fat cow, right?
		2. The guy stabbed 14 times was your husband, right? And now you are a widow?
		3. You married Sebastian Love only for the money, didn't you?
		
		1. This stupid suicide letter is the stupidiest suicide letter in the history of stupid suicide letters.
		2. Mr Love was murdered. This suicide letter is fake and you knew it.
		3. You were the one who wrote the suicide letter and placed it in his pocket, didn't you?
		
		1. You were in the restaurant on the night of the murder and not out of town as you claim. Why the lies hum? Take a look at the photo, stupid.
		2. You dumbass! YOU killed him! You wanted to get the money all for yourself! CONFESS!
		3. I know you were at the Noitadas Restaurant on the night of the murder. 
	</>
	<bot> 
		1. Your body ratio of curves and shapes is sublime. I would even go as far as to say “voluptuous”. Bleep!
		2. Mrs Love is married to Mr Love, correct? Is your interest purely material? Bop.
		3. Beep. The quantity of clothes chosen for the sizer of your body is too small. You should start picking up clothes with at least 10 numbers above your size.
		
		1. That letter written by your late husband is extremely weird. Beep. Didn't a small human write it instead?
		2. Beep. Mr Love was not murdered. He was unwittingly terminated. Would you mind telling us if this letter is real?
		3. I am very skeptical about your husband suicide letter. Beep, apparently your husband was murdered by someone.
		
		1. Beep. Lady, I just want to know where you were on the night your husband was murdered. Beep. beep.
		2. We know you were at Noitadas Restaurant, in fact, either you were there or at the bar. Bop.
		3. Mrs Love, beep, I know you were at the Restaurant because I have with me this photo of you on that very same place on the night of the murder.
	</>
	<answers> 
		And you arre a bull!
		Mais oui... I will neverr see him again... mi...au...
		What doez that have to do with the money, imbecile!?
		No! Jamais! I loved that man! MEOW! We werre made forr each otherr!
			
		How darre you! My love was not a grreat wrriterr but that is no rreason to say suchz thingz.
		Well... if its fake or not I don't know, but that is not a suicide letterr.
		You useless bum! Mói??? I was not in town rememberr???
		Err... well, mói... suspected that my love was incapable of taking hiz own life, and I am cerrtain that he would neverr wrrite such a stupid thing. Therre, I said it.
		
		What photo? You arre the stupid one! Go back to the hole wherre you came frrom and leave me. I can't believe you arre the guy investigating my husband case.
		Imbecile! Stupide! I LOVED HIM!!! And you have no prroof of that! Leave me now, go!
		Maybe I did, so what? Outside of the city or in the restaurrant, who carres? What a weak Detective, non? I am gone! Meow!
		You arre the stupid one! Can't you see I was waiting forr him in the restaurrant? This interrview is over. IMBECILE!

		Meow! The little robot knows what he likes? Grrrr... 
		Ohhhh. Wooobie, woodie!What is that in you hand? An item?
		Awwwww! Cute, cute, cute! Of courrse you can help!
		Of courrse! MEOW! I married with him forr love and not forr money! I never carred about the money! In fact, I was always saying ``love, I spent some thousands on a new pair of earrings! How silly of me!´´, I am really innocent, n'est-ce pas? Hihihihi!
		
		Cutie pie, you meant to say a baby? I don't think so.
		Meow? My husband was... humm... er... what? Fumigated? Say that again little robot.
		How cute. You sound like a full grrown robot, you! But what is that thing in your hands?
		Er... right, your colleague is absolutely right, my husband would never wrrite something like that.
		
		Meow, lovely. It is such a shame that you arre just a little robot without emotions, or you would underrstand what I am going thrrough. All women feel emotions verry strrongly. Let's call it a day, shall we?
		You have no way of knowing if I was at the bar or not, you little cute bag of bolts. Go and check down at the bar and see if I am still there, will you? Silly...
		Duhh! That is not a photogrraphy, silly. Go back to the factorry wherre you came frrom and do a check-up, something is wrrong with your little head.
		Ohhh my little darrling... oui, OUI! I was at the restaurrant, but nobody was suppose to know about this, buhuuuuu, sniff sniff... 
	</>
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<love1>
	<case> 
		1. Those nice legs of yours won't change my opinion about your natural stupidity.
		2. Wow! Were those legs shaved by a laser?
		3. Everyone in town knows you had dinner at the restaurant alone on the night of the crime, but why?
		
		1. You called Hotel Lisbon to talk with the killer didn't you? Confess!
		2. How can you possibly spend 3 hours on the phone? Did you take a good look at the phone bill?
		3. You called Hotel Lisbon didn't you? But did you talk with Mr Love or did you talk with THE KILLER? HAN?
		
		1. Mr Serafin? More lies! I think you were at the hotel recently and you won't tell us about it!
		2. Mr Serafin? HaHA! HE IS THE KILLER! And you were there with him on the night of the murder!
		3. Mr Keratin? No, he told us you called in to talk with your husband. 
	</>
	<bot> 
		1. Lies and deceptions won't get you anywhere, dear Mrs Love. Beep
		2. It is general knowledge that Mrs Love lied to us and she was in fact at Noitadas Restaurant. What was your motive? Bleep!
		3. This magnificent photography was taken with a Tenpax 300 with a 50mm lens! Boop.
		
		1. Of course you called Hotel Lisbon, beep, but was it really to talk with Mr Love?
		2. Did Mrs Love call Hotel Lisbon? Beep, beep.
		3. Bop. This receipt details 3 hours of constant communication. What kind of information was exchanged?
		
		1. The Hotel Lisbon manager talked with you about the murder, didn't he? He is the one who commited the murder. Bup.
		2. Mr Serafin is the killer. That's why there was a flower on the floor in the hotel lobby. Bleep!
		3. Mr Serafin. That's why this flower was in the hotel. Mrs Love is in love with him. Beep, beep, beep!
	</>
	<answers> 
		You arre the stupid one!
		Non. A kitty like me is borrn without any hairrs. Meow.
		Yes, but... why arre you showing me this?
		Oh... I didn't want anyone to know that a kitty like me went to a restaurrant all by herrself... nes't cest pas?
			
		Scandaleux! Who do you think I am? Humm?
		A lady has to keep a cerrtain level of gossip, non?
		I may have called, oui, but what the hell is that in your hand?
		NON! NON! Meowwwwww... I called yes, but it was to talk with Mr Serrafin.
		
		Stop calling moi liar! MEOW! The kitty is gone!
		Therre, wherre? In the hotel? Do you have prroof? This is all a big mistake and it ends herre and now. Adieux!
		Maybe I was, so what? Outside of the city or in the restaurrant, what does that tell you? What a weak detective. Je suis désolé. Meow!
		No its not! Don't be such a jerrk! Let me go! This interrview is over!

		You are so cute when you talk like that. Meow! But moi lying? Jamais!
		Adorrable, but why are you showing me this?
		I don't know little darrling. It must have been. Maybe? So what?
		Oh... I can't resist to this little darrling. Meow! Cutie, I didn't want anyone to know that a kitty like me went to a restaurrant all by herrself... Meow! Thats it!
		
		The kitty did call oui, but why is the little robot showing moi this thing?
		I did telephone! So what? Whats it to you?
		MEOW! You may be a machine, but you are as stubborrn as a real man, arren't you??
		Oh... sniff... my little darrling... I did call oui, but it was to talk to Mr Serafin. Meow... meow...
		
		MEOW! Monsieur Serafin the killer? Your circuits must have frried little darling. That man would never do such a thing! And had it upt to here with this interview! Adieux!
		What kind of connection is that? What does my flower have to do with the killer being Monsieur Serafin? You might be very cute but you are terrible understanding clues. Adieux!
		Who is the cute wittle wobot that doesn't know what a flower is? Who is it? Han? Who?
		OUI! OUI! OH MEOW!!! MON DIEUX HE IS SUCH A PIECE OF A MAN! MON DIEUX! I love that man, you know? Sniff... sniff...
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<serafim>
		<case> 
			1. You liar! You were not at the hotel when Mrs Love called!
			2. You lied to us! You told us that Mrs Love had called to her husband but instead she called you!
			3. You called Mrs Stephanie Love back after she called you, didn't you?
			
			1. Again with the lies! It wasn't Lady Love who paid for the room bills!
			2. You are lying again! Lady Love already confessed that you two are having an affair!
			3. This is your crucifix. Lady love gave it to me.
			
			1. Worst than you seeing another woman is the fact that YOU killed Mr Love!! Confess!
			2. And the hairs found in Mr Love's room prove everything!! YOU murdered Mr Love!
			3. You were having an affair Mr Love. He told you that he was leaving you for Lady Love and that was when YOU killed him! 
		</>
		<bot> 
			1. Mr Serafin is concealing the truth again. Beep. He is in fact having an affair with Mrs Love. Beep, beep.
			2. Mr Serafin concealed the truth from us by omitting the truth and not revealing to us his sexual orientation. Boop, bop.
			3. Beep. To err is human, but you erred twice by calling back the restaurant.
			
			1. That letter written by your late husband is extremely weird. Beep. Didn't a small human write it instead?
			2. This piece of wood in shape of a cross was with Mrs Love. Love. Beep. Your mythological devotion to the man in the sky is not that strong.
			3. Why do you insist in concealing the truth? Boop, beep, bop! We know who pays for the hotel bill. Beep.
			
			1. Beep, the hairs from the wig found in the hotel room place you in the scene of the crime. Mr Serafin might as well have murdered Mr Love!
			2. Mr Serafin murdered Mr Love. It's a fact. This is over. Beep.
			3. It's all much clearer now. Beep. Mr Serafin was a witness to the murder of Mr Love. Boop!
		</>
		<answers>
			Yes I was. And be carefull because I have God on my side so be carefull on who you point your finger to.
			False acusations based on an item that as nothing to do with this.
			Lord no. And even if I had made all that where is the evidence?
			Oh My Lord! Yes, it's true! I swear before my good Lord! But I meant no harm... you know, I, it's that, er... well... we both spoke about cleaning the hotel room bill! That was it! I swear!
				
			But it wasn't, the husband did it, so what? I never said who paid the bills, I only said we talked to clean the hotel room bill . Jesus Christ...
			Jseus Christ our saviour!. You are terrible at this, Detective. 
			Oh. Yes. I lost track of that. Thank you very much Detective.
			Oh save me my Lord Jesus because I have sinned! LOOOORD! Yes its true! I confess! Not even a God fearing man like myself can resist the temptation that is Mrs Stephanie Love... Oh my dear wife! Jeeeeesus! When she finds out!
			
			Meeeeee!? What do I have to do with it? My good Lord, this interview ends here and I will pray an Hail Mary for you Detective, you poor soul.
			What wig hairs? You are crazy. Go away now and leave me to pray an Hail Mary for your soul.
			HERETIC!!! That is a sin!!! Let me go now, I will go and pray a dozen Hail Marys for you.
			Oh My Lord! NOOOO!!! JESUS!!! 

			Jesus Christ! The metal man again! What do you want from me with that thing?
			Ow! Ow! A maquineta não só quer dialogar comigo como ainda por cima questiona a minha orientação sexual! The Lord tests me in the most unsual ways!
			MY GOD! The metal demon not only torments me but he also asks the stupidest questions!
			HAAA! God questions me over my sins using a machine? So be it. Yes, metal demon, you are right. Oh my God, what have I done. Yes, she called me. But it was simply to talk about the hotel room bil, that's it! I swear!
			
			The man closed inside the tin box deserves a prayer! Maybe one or two Hail Marys? Get out of here, I can't stand your presence any longer!
			You metal beast! Piece of wood?! Mythological?! Jesus Christ! How offensive! This interview ends here.
			Oh you know, do you? What do you know? YOU KNOW NOTHING! Only the Lord knows! Goodbye and God bless!
			Demon! DEMON! Oh Jesus save me! Its true, YES! I have sinned! I have sinned! But no man on Earth can resist that piece of woman!...  How embarassing! My wife when she finds out! Jeeeeesus!
			
			What! What! What is that? You devil disguised in a tin box! I don't have to put up with the likes of you! ENOUGH!
			Fact? What fact? Show me the facts you devil freak! Oh dear Lord I can't stand this anymore. Leave me in peace, I must go and wash myself with some holy water, RIGHT AWAY!
			Fsssssssss! HERETIC! False acusations! Fsssssssss!!! GET AWAY!
			NO! NO! NO! The metal demon really knows everything! How embarassing!!! JESUS!!!
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<vilaLobos>
		<case> 
			1. Mr Love was killed with this knife that is exactly like the ones you use in your restaurant, isn't that right??
			2. Mr Vila-Locos and Stephanie Dove took this photo on the night of the murder, didn't you?
			3. Do you recognize the 2 persons in this photo? Or is this not important enough evidence for us to talk?
			
			1. You not only hid from us that you are Mrs Love lover, but you also didn' told us that you were in room 302 in Hotel Lisbon.
			2. The hairs in this wig belong to your toupee!
			3. The hairs in this wig belong to your mane!
			
			1. It was Mr Vila-Locos who phoned the Hotel Lisbon and not Mrs Love, isn't that right? YOU WERE CALLING THE MURDERER!
			2. Mr Vila-Lovos, Mr Keratin and Mr Mongrel all conspired to kill Mr Love, isn't that right?
			3. Who picked up the phonecall of Mrs Love was you, and you were at that exact moment killing Mr Love.
		</>
		<bot> 
			1. Beep. In this photograph, Mr Vila-Lobos is seen together with Mrs Love. I can definitely say they are lovers. Beep.
			2. Beep. Your establishment posess knives, just like the one that was used to murder Mr Love. Bop.
			3. Boop. This is a photograph taken on the night Mr Love was murdered. Beep
			
			1. Bop. There is the toupee and the mane. What exactly is this Mr Vila-Lobos? Beep.
			2. Beep. You didn't tell us that you and Lady Love were lovers, and can you explain what this black oil was doing in room 302??
			3. Beep. You didn't tell us that you and Lady Love were lovers, and you didn't tell us that you were in room 302. Boop.
			
			1. Beep. This receipt that Mr Vila-Lobos gave us is fake, isn0t it? Beep. It was you who made the call on the night of the murder wasn't it? Bop.
			2. Boop. Where were you exactly when Mr Love was murdered?
			3. Bop. Logic states that it is highly probable that it was you Mr Vila-Lobos who answered the phonecall made to Hotel Lisbon by Lady Love. Bop
		</>
		<answers> 
			What? Our knives are totally diferent from those. What are you trying to say Detective?
			That photo? What do you mean that we took that photo on the night of the murder? I don't understand.
			That is not a photograph Detective. Look, my time is very valuable, be quick about this already!
			Holy mackerel! Where did you get that photograph? I'm so screwed with this, did the woman just hand you the photograph? You can't trust no one these days... 
				
			At the Lisbon Hotel? And you are going to prove I was there with that in your hand? Look, I don't have time for these things, I have clients to attend to and fish to gut.
			It really looks like it. Although this is a high quality toupee the truth is that after all these years, you start loosing a few hairs here and there. Now, what was it you wanted to say?
			Wig? WIG? This, Detective, is a magnificent “toupee”. Anyone can see that! Why am I loosing my time with you anyway?
			But I, but I... are you trying to tell me that you found hair from my toupee in the room where the murder occurred? Oh maaaan, this is bad... this is bad... this is bad... 
			
			Holy mackerel! Me calling to Hotel Lisbon? Never! I have witnesses that can prove that it was Mrs Love who made the phonecall! I can't stand so much stupidity, this interview is over!!
			You must be crazy! And what proof do you have of this? This charade has gone too far, I have to go and attend my costumers!
			Detective! How dare you? On top of that you have no proof that places me directly there? This interview stinks of rotten fish. I have to go.
			Oh no! No, no no! I wasn't me, I mean, I... well I... oh man, oh man, oh man...

			What Mr Robot is holding is not a photo. I don't understand what you want.
			That is true Mr Robot. That type of knives is found everywhere in this region of the country. Almost everyone uses them.
			It must have been. So what? I have costumers to attend to Mr Robot, you better be going somewhere with this.
			Holy mackerel! Mr Robot has the photo that my dearest had of the two of us? She gave you the photo just like that? Ohhhh maaaaaan.
			
			It is a respectable toupee, Mr Robot. But if we are going to waste time with these things I might just as well get back to my costumers who wait for me.
			Humm... that oil is not the type of oil I use. Nice try Mr Robot.
			What is that you hold in your mechanical hand Mr Robot? Look, it's been nice, but I have costumers to attend to and fish to gut.
			Oh maaaaaan. Mr Robot found hairs from my toupee in the hotel room where the murder took place? This is bad, very bad!
			
			Fake? Why would it be fake? If that was true I would have the FDA on top of me like fresh trout! And nobody likes those guys! FAKE! Pffff. Have a nice day Mr Robot!
			Well, I was at my restaurant gutting fish, of course. And speaking of fish, I don't have time for anymore conversations, I need to go.
			What is that in your hand Mr Robot? What a waste of time... and speaking of time, you are making me loose mine. See you next time!
			Ohhhhhhhhh man. It was really me who answered the phone in Hotel Lisbon, but that doesn't mean  that this is somehow linked to the murder of Mr Love. I am very sorry Mr Robot but I have costumers to attend to.
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