Kenji watched, highly amused, as goth girl reported his heinous crime. Did she...really expect that to work? Pffft! He'd slung better bullshit while he was still in grade school. Even if she really had called the cops, and if they actually showed up, what the hell would they find--provided they could find anything at all? A bag containing a jacket and a bowling ball. The worst they'd be able to pin on him was littering.

A number of possible options flashed through his mind, all with equal potential. Sifting through them quickly, he chose the one that, given that angry little flash a moment ago, would likely yield the most awesome results.

"It wasn't me!" he called out loudly enough for whoever--if anyone--was on the other end of the line to hear. "Dude took one look at Goth Raggedy Anne over here, and decided to end it all!" A momentary pause, then the punch line. "Hell, I might join him, 'cause that shit's killing me!"