Mike Boudet

The body was put in the garage less than a week before.

All the detectives wanted was for him to fess up and tell them what he did.

And they weren't getting anywhere.

It was time to bring God into it.

Little did they know that they had just made a massive overreach.

This was the perfect opportunity for the suspect to, um,

preach.

They just let him keep talking.

They let him drift through the vague philosophies and half-baked sermons in his little cabeza.

According to him, no one wanted to hear his story, the real story, quote unquote.

Again, you'll never convince a retard they're not a genius.

He was fine talking about literally everything, except the murders.

This didn't faze Michael.

He just kept talking until everyone in the room was numb.

It's a cool parlor trick if you can do it.

Politicians are great at it.

It's a shame, though, he didn't talk until he was numb because he would have already been there a long time ago.

He was just pulling out all the stops to make his case.

Even by stealing valor.

Even though he hadn't admitted to anything yet, he knew they had him.