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	Roman did not how to respond. A bunch of soldiers began surrounding him -- almost as if he was the prime suspect. The kid chuckled nervously and pulled the collar of his shirt. A trickle of sweat dripped down his forehead; the men obviously had weapons which did cause some panic inside Roman. He particularly would not have felt so nervous if he was armed too. His giant poultry weapon was at his home so there was no chance he could show it off as an intimidation tactic. 

	[b][color=cadetblue]"Whoa, whoa! I did not sleep with that woman,"[/color][/b] he tried to detain the situation by joking around. He put his hands up to show no harm.[b][color=cadetblue]"You guys get it? It's my Cosby impersonation. Or Murry," [/color][/b] he laughed. After a few seconds, he forced a smile and shook his head. [b][color=cadetblue]"I never finished a history class so I don't know if that's 100% accurate,"[/color][/b] he admitted. 

	His lack of presidential knowledge annoyed one of the soldiers. He shook his blunt 2x4 back and forth ordering Martin to pipe down. [b][color=cadetblue]"Okay, okay. No need to get so Hillary on me, man."[/color][/b]

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 [color=gray]The soldier looked around and listened to the words of the man with a pipe in hand. Almost all of them tighten their grip around their weapons. It seemed too odd that all of the weirdos were collected at a murder scene. One soldier frankly responded by saying he did not believe the individual. Another soldier spouted that he thought the whole situation was fishy. Then everyone began speaking up at once. It was almost hard to hear or catch what anyone was trying to say. 

	Before anyone could speak coherently, the restaurant's entrance doors opened wide. Everyone still spoke out loud without even checking who had entered the building. A man with boots tapped on the floorboards to gain everyone's attention, but that did not work. He attempted to cough; however, no one listened or paid attention. Growing agitated, he put two fingers to his mouth and made a loud whistle. 

	All the men in the building stopped talking and turned around. There stood the man of the town, Nunchucks, looking quite displeased with the situation. He tipped his cowboy hat up and his hands at his waist. Eyeing the scene, he started bouncing his head up and down. [b][color=salmon]"Will someone please tell me what the fuck is going on?"[/color][/b] Some men began to open their mouth, but Nunchucks stopped them with a hand gesture. 

[b][color=salmon]"Not you, not you, not fucking you."[/color][/b] He said pointing at each individual. The sheriff of the town observed the woman crying in pain on the floorboard. He then saw the kitchen door open where the dead zombie laid. [b][color=salmon]"You, tell me what is going on,"[/color][/b] his index finger pointed in Jonathan's direction. The masked man holding the lead pipe intrigued Nunchucks. 
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