You hide behind the door.

Two men enter the room.

—nah man, that gyatt... You should've seen it!!—

—What's with you and those weird words you've been using lately. It bugs me not getting them.—

—oh, they're just some words that are like really common between the youngsters from this generation... my son taught me some of them, like gyatt which means cake. I was talking about the cake in Kanaya's wedding.

Those words sound stupid as hell. Please stop, you'll give me a headache frm your stupidness and from this generation.

—bro, you got no rizz and you dont even do mewwing and can see hoy beta you are, unlike me an alpha male. So your opinion insantly vanishes into the empty spaces between the atoms in the atmosphere and where they stay until someone cares, which will be never, so no one will care until the end of times where you die from no one caring.

GOSH, STOP IT! PLEASE!!!

You, as the empath you are, can sense that one them is in angry with the other one, quite an interesting interaction which is filled with semiotics...

The serious guy takes a deep breath

— Anyways... remember Robert?—

— 'course I do! what's up with him?—

—well... we couldn't find the culprit, but we do have a suspect. —

They are searching for your husband's killer too? that's weird, aren't they supposed to be related to his death?

— aaand who you think it is? for some reason i thought it was one of the other criminal gangs, but we have such a nice relationship with them. When we do our monthly ilegal gangs tea party they always bring board games and interesting magazines about cars—

—the evidence doesnt really seem to fit with anyone from any gans apparently, the only person who could have killed him would be his wife... Barbara Gorgon.—

—but... why.... and how?? he was such a kind guy... he didnt deserve to die... —

you... killed him? no you did not... maybe...

No! absolutely that makes absolutely no sense. You would never do something like that, you love him so much. You would NEVER do something so cruel like taking the life of the love of your life, the only person who gives you joy...

you start feeling anxious and unable to be still, shaking and confused. You couldnt do that, you... you are not sure...

—what a wild woman, why would she do that to her own husband?— should we do something about her?—

—You see... it's a very complex and confusing situation. We are mostly scared of that lady and rather not engage in any kind of communicaton nor altercation with her. Shes a deranged psychopath—

— ohhhh... ok... lets discuss i gotta  grab my socks. i forgot them here when we came here for bbq—

— we walked like 4km just for a pair of... socks?!?! YOU COULD HAVE JUST ASKED ME TO LEND YOU A PAIR!!! IVE GOT LIKE THOUSANDS OF THEM —

its because i was really embarassed to ask you...

Whatever, doesn't matter anymore. We are already here afterall.—