Sichada stood up from the stand took out from her purse of death a pair of sunglasses, which she put on, and then over exaggerated the way she walked similar to an overly confident yet shady manner.<br/><br/>"So, you wanna know about the murder, do ya?" She placed her hands in her pockets and looked down. "The truth is about to revealed, but I'll keep it nice and clean for those who can't handle what I'm about to say." She swiped away her glasses and the "cool image" instantly faded.<br/><br/>"What am I supposed to talk about again?" The court went silent. She slouched. "Oh...right-well!" The next items she took out from her purse of death were a stack of papers and a heavy rock. She pushed the papers forward, but quickly snatched them back.<br/><br/>"Ha, sorry! That a copy of 'Bones' somebody wanted me to copy," she laughed nervously, "I guess I left all that unimportant paper work at home, my bad." She lifted the rock. "But this thing is pretty important!" She held it before the judge. "It looks like blood, doesn't it? That or it's a strawberry accidentally crushed underneath it, I don't know, but it smells like iron." She looked at the rock sadly. "I wasn't supposed to take anything from the crime scene was I? Oh well, too late now!" She slammed the rock onto the podium.<br/><br/>"Anyways, as I was saying, I happened to come across said body at around midnight on the thirteenth of July when I was picking up sick and needy corpses to add to my number of slaves back at home in my wheel barrow in the streets of the IRC when I come upon this body. I first tried slapping it, but that didn't work and I even poked it. Then my smart senses were tingling and I checked the pulse for about an hour and felt nothing. I didn't realize the corpse was dead until I tried to force it to drink the nestea I had left in my bottle since that stuff makes my throat feel sore and I didn't want it and it just dribbled down their lips," Sichada explained, "I did hear a faint scream in the distance, but I was too busy tending to the bodies. Then I just left it there."<br/><br/>Sichada put her shades back on and folded her hands, grinning wildly. "Would you like to be my sick and needy slave too? I need one to sort my socks."