[Ever since the flood of distressed and appalled calls began Christmas morning, Germany threw aside the
psychological warfare he found under the Christmas tree at his own home and took to the streets, checking in on many of his friends in person. One of them hadn't answered their phone when he'd picked up their public call.
When he went to Johan's home, 504 Ricardo Street,
he found out why.
A bellowing voice sounds out on Ricardo street, Germany kneeling next to the corpse in the front yard. He won't leave it, for fear that it'll disappear into thin air the moment he leaves it. Stranger things have happened.]
SOMEBODY CALL THE POLICE! WE NEED A CORONER IMMEDIATELY! THERE'S BEEN A MURDER!