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"So these are the suspects? "The detective asked, pacing before the three men.
"Yes, sir," replied his assistant. "The Zoologist, Dactylioglpyhist, and the Sous Chef."
Feitan frowned. What the fuck is a Dactylioglpyhist? He thought. Phinks might know.
"Phinks!" Feitan shouted.
"Yeah?" Phinks responded, looking up from his game.
"What's this?" Feitan asked, pointing at the word.
"Dude, I have no idea," Phinks said, face scrunched as if a thought were actually passing through his head. Cute, decided Feitan. "Go ask Chrollo, he's the one who reads as much as you."
Feitan shoved aside his previous thought. "Ha! Phinks dumb!" Feitan declared, waving a taunting finger at Phinks.
"Why you-!"Phinks yelled, beginning to give chase. "I'm not dumb!" He bellowed.
"Oh yeah?" Feitan said, flipping to a random page in his book and searching for the hardest word there. "What's this one, then~?"
"Varmint?" Phinks asked, still chasing
"Yes," Feitan replied, still running.
"That's like, a rat something," Phinks said, finally catching up to Feitan and grabbing him by his bandana.
Wiggling out, Feitan jumped on top of the couch.
"Fine. Maybe Phinks isn't so dumb." Feitan huffed.
"Thank you!" Phinks sighed." But you aren't getting this back," he said, revealing that he had won Feitan's bandana in the scuffle.
"What! No! Give it back!" Feitan shouted, leaping off the couch at Phinks.
"You're gonna have to catch me first!" Phinks laughed, twisting away from Feitan.
And so their chase began anew.