In yet another interrogation room, Sip asks, "Do you got enough fumes outta your head to tell us what happened?" Romeo, all feeling sorry for himself, pulls his head back to Cholo Mode and goes, "What's the point? I write down Juan Omedo, and then he turns up dead." Ricky asks, "Did you commit this murder?" Romeo fusses around in his chair a bit and says no, but he has no alibi because he called in sick to file the report. What did he do after he filed the report? "Went to my room...listened to affirmation tapes." BA HA HA!!! Stupid hippie. Sip rolls his eyes accordingly. Then Sip gets the names of the perp and the DOA mixed up, asking, "So Juan, when did you learn Romeo was dead?" Ricky clears his throat as a not-too-subtle 'HEL-lo,' and Sip asks the question again, getting the names right this time. Sip and Ricky are NOT on top of their game today. Maybe they should get Maria the boss-lady to come in, she knows how to get things done. Ricky asks Romeo to "climb out of his pity pit" so that he can help them solve the case. Hee hee, pity party, table of one, now seating Romeo! Finally Romeo mentions Ricky the old running buddy who called him to tell him about Juan. Sip gets all excited, like, "Okay, the guy that was harassing you calls you at home when he knows you don't have an alibi to tell you a third party is found dead." Romeo gets on board the clue train and says, "You think Ricky did it? What would be his motive?" So Romeo reads detective fiction along with his usual selection of New Age literature. Then, totally uninvited, Romeo's P.O. busts in the room and yells, "Did you DO it, Romeo?" Uh, do you have jurisdiction here, dude? Sip, instead of slapping the P.O. in the head, starts rubbing his own head like a genie is about to pop out of it and solve the crime for them. "Oh, glad you're here, we weren't getting anywhere with this on our own." Go sarcasm! The P.O. starts pacing back and forth, leading the interrogation, and demanding, "Account for your time!" Oy, what a nag. Sip starts rubbing his head so fast his hands are a blur as he prompts, "Go on, tell him about the affirmation tapes you were listening to with your head in the oven." Hee hee.