The three detectives arrived at the crime scene. Surrounding the corpse were crime analysts, forensic analysts, and horny bastards.
Swordmaster: Okay, everyone who doesn't want to be here, leave now!
Within the next minute, everyone, including DBella and Flexo, left the scene, leaving Swordmaster alone.
Swordmaster: F**k, I knew I worded that wrong
Suddenly, dark and dramatic music played in the background.
Swordmaster: Ah hell.
He looked up to the roof and saw a detective standing triumphantly on the roof. The detective jumped off and promptly landed in a pile of garbage, before quickly rising.
Master Bruce: The Captain lit the MB signal. I came as fast as I could.
Swordmaster: *sigh* THERE IS NO MB SIGNAL! THE CAPTAIN CALLED YOUR ****ING CELL PHONE! ****!
MB:...
MB: You're mean
Swordmaster: Oh def. Now, the corpse of Jessica Alba has been found...
MB: Wait, she's DEAD!?
Swordmaster:...How'd you even become a detective?
MB: The details are too horrid for your young ears, Padawan.
Swordmaster:
Swordmaster: I'm two years older than you!
***
Dumb and Dumber went to interview Snipershot, who, though still in his straight-jacket, was looking at Maxim Magazine. When he saw MB and Swordmaster, he grinned and gestured at the magazine.
Snipershot: lookerz! boobeyzz!!!!111!
Without saying anything, Master Bruce took out his gun and blasted the Maxim to smithereens.
Snipershot:
Swordmaster:
Swordmaster: Now, Snipershot, we just want to ask you a few questions.
Snipershot: okey-day
MB: WHERE WERE THE OTHER DRUGS GOING!?
Snipershot: ...
Swordmaster: ...
MB: Sorry
MB: WHERE WERE YOU THE NIGHT OF FEBRUARY 13TH, 1901?!
Swordmaster: Dude, let me handle this: Now then, Snipershot, do you know how his happened?
Snipershot: boobeyzz!!!1
Master Bruce: Well, he knows nothing. Let's kill him.
Swordmaster: No no. He's a special person.
Master Bruce: You mean...
Swordmaster: That's right. He's a leprechaun.
Snipershot: teh golld!
Detectives: ...
DBella: Any luck?
Flexo: Donuts?
Swordmaster and MB stared at their counterparts speechlessly while Snipershot drooled over DBella.
Snipershot: boobz!
Flexo: Yes dumbass. Boobs. Breasts.
MB: Wow you're descriptive.
Snipershot: I think I may possibly know who killed Jessica Alba. If that lovely young detective shows me her breasts, I would be more than happy to oblige in telling you.
MB, Flexo, and Swordmaster:
He speaks! And his idea's genius!
DBella:
*lifts up shirt*
Males: *faint*