"No, way!" said Eric. He shook off the guards who were holding him. "I mean, this nice lady with the big knife -- I'm sure she's sweet and all, but I've always kinda prefered the Lonnie Anderson type.""The how do you explain THIS?!" Aumeric gestured to another guard. The guard held out a wooden-handled carving knife, with just-crudding blood clinging to the blade. "This was found in your room!"
"I dunno! Maybe the Bloody Knife Fairy left it for me because I've been such a good boy!"
"Ay, and maybe you were your own fairy and left it for yourself!"
Eric looked around, with an air of desperation. "Will SOMEBODY please tell this jerk he's Crazy??!!"
