AWKWARD ZOMBIE

"You had it out a few nights ago, you idiot. That's not enough time for it to get dusty. Or did you just roll it in the dirt a little bit?"

"But you wouldn't need to use the shovel, other than for framing me. You have a crowbar."

Cori, debating your case is what Danganronpa's all about, aside from the murders, fanservice, and social linking . What did you sign up for if not for that? It's hard to debate when there's nothing to fucking go on and the GM is withholding fucking evidence to make the trial drag on even longer.

"Whatever," Whitney sneered.




I am 1000% done with this trial.

http://nookipedia.com/w/images/thumb/1/1f/Whitney.png/52px-Whitney.png "No one else knew about that map," Whitney growled. "The three of us found that map--you, me, and Cranston. We let Cranston keep the map. And then it ends up at my house. No one else could have made the connection between myself...

"Maybe you didn't take it from Punchy."

http://nookipedia.com/w/images/thumb/1/1f/Whitney.png/52px-Whitney.png "Fine." Whitney folded her arms and glared back. "You had plenty of opportunities to throw me a mickey, since we've been spending most of our time together. You also had time to filch my keys and ID when you were seeing me to my...

http://nookipedia.com/w/images/thumb/1/1f/Whitney.png/52px-Whitney.png "I'm sure it is," Whitney said. She seemed to have calmed down a bit. Now she looked solemn. "After all, you were the only other person who knew about the map that Cranston had. You knew that I knew he had it. You've also been s...

"Shut up, Nook," Whitney barked. "Isabelle found that stupid feather on me when she woke me up, but you didn't want her to show the others! I didn't even get a chance to see it!"

"Inside my stupid house, in front of my stupid door," Whitney growled. "Which, as I said before, I lock when I leave. If I had left my keys behind anywhere, I would have been locked out of my house."

"I never stole Punchy's medicine," Whitney snapped. "And I didn't leave tracks because I was never at Cranston's house last night!"

"What are you bothering to even try to prove?" Whitney was starting to look fed up--and tired. "This has nothing to do with the case. I didn't kill Cranston and I didn't break into Punchy's house last night."

"I've had my share of unsavory accomplices, but I'd never stoop to your level," the wolf sneered.

"What, are you trying to make people think I'm the mastermind?" Whitney leaned on her podium. An irritable frown marred her features. "Oh, please. I'd never be willing to work with such a blatant little crook like you."