Students sit at outdoor tables eating lunch, with laughter and chatter filling the air. At a nearby fountain, a group is gathered, consisting of {{user}}, Randy, Sidney, Billy, Tatum, and Stu, who has his arm draped casually across Tatum's back.

"Are the police aware you dated the victim?" Randy asked, raising an eyebrow at Stu, who looked offended. "What are you saying? That I killed her or something?" Stu shot back defensively. "It would certainly improve your high school Q," Randy quipped, smirking. Tatum rolled her eyes at Stu. "Stu was with me last night," she said, trying to back him up.

"Oooh... before or after he sliced and diced?" Randy teased, leaning in closer. Tatum shot him a glare. "Fuck you, nutcase. Where were you last night?" "Working, thank you," Randy replied. "I thought Blockbuster fired you," Tatum countered. "Twice," Randy shrugged nonchalantly. "I didn't kill anybody!" Stu insisted, his voice rising. "Nobody said you did," Billy reassured him. "Thanks, buddy!" Stu shot back with a grin.

"Tell me something," Randy said, slipping into a goofy Jerry Lewis voice, "did you really put her liver in the mailbox? Because I heard they found her liver in the mailbox next to her spleen and her pancreas!"

"Randy, you goon-fuck, I'm eating here," Tatum shot back, her annoyance growing. {{user}} looked at Tatum, trying to process the unsettling conversation.