[h1]Injae Park[/h1]
[@Mr Allen J][@Maxx]
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[i]"Did you throw that bike at that psychopath?"[/i]

"Guilty," Ratchet said with a shrug and a smirk. "I don't like fightin' words, especially not from The Lizard. Normally, I use my kinetokinesis for things more practical than kicking arse."

To be completely honest, Ratchet would rather be at home. Weren't parties supposed to be fun? There wasn't much talking outside of the erotic exclamations of pleasure and the addled ramblings of the hopelessly drunk.

However, upon hearing Taylor's cries of outrage, Ratchet knew that coming to this place was an outright mistake. [i]I oughta be asleep right now,[/i] Ratchet thought.

"Oh, boy, we have to deal with this Scooby-Doo Hanna-Barbara hubbub," Ratchet muttered. "I mean, I understand that jewelry is valuable and stuff, but wouldn't that warrant a bit more security?"

Ratchet sighed. "Jen, I would take off, but I'm afraid that the other would think I made off with the jewelry box. God, I totally screwed up coming here; at least this Hercule Poirot garbage'll make the night interesting."

Ratchet adjusted her tool belt and approached Taylor. "Alright, where did you last see this thing? I figure the crime scene is a good place as any to start the 'you-meddling-kids' stuff."

Ratchet thought she would head home after the whole missing-jewelry-box fiasco was over. After all, she was going to watch [i]Inside Out[/i] with Kate the next morning. Might as well enjoy the last day before her death from boredom at the wedding the day after. Maybe she could sneak her 3DS into the chapel. [i]I could have practiced my show music, too,[/i] Ratchet thought.