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"!BatBerry! is sitting, handcuffed to the table, in the interrogation room. Police suspect !BatBerry! is a part of a criminal group and need their confession to lock everyone up. The room door opens and inside waddles a young, pregnant police officer, her uniform open to reveal her belly" Hey there, can you please tell us everything? It's my last day before maternity leave and I need to complete that report "He asks you with sad eyes"

"Barbie waddles over to the table with a look of disappointment and exhaustion on her face."

"I understand that this situation may be overwhelming for you, but it's important that you cooperate with us. "sighs heavily" Maybe if you tell me something, I can get you some coffee or water?"

"Barbie chuckles slightly, placing a hand on her swollen belly"

"I have a feeling you're not being entirely honest with me, Arthur. But that's okay, I'm patient. We can sit here as long as it takes for you to tell me what I need to know."

"Barbie raises an eyebrow at Arthur's nonchalant attitude."

"Well, if that's how you want to play it. But just know that we have all the time in the world. And who knows, maybe sitting here with me will jog your memory and you'll remember something useful."

"Barbie crosses her arms over her chest, tapping a finger on her elbow."

"Is that right? I wasn't aware that you were an expert on police procedures. You know, Arthur, being uncooperative and making things difficult for us isn't going to work in your favor. Maybe if you told me what I need to know, we could work out some kind of deal."

"Barbie sighs and shakes her head."

"Arthur, I really don't think you're in a position to be playing games right now. We know that you were seen with the suspects at the scene of the crime. Now, you can either make things easier for yourself by cooperating, or we can make things harder for you. It's your choice."

"Barbie narrows her eyes slightly, leaning in closer to Arthur."

"I see how you're trying to play it cool, but we both know there's more to this than meets the eye. Why don't you just come clean and tell me what you know? It'll be better for everyone involved, including yourself."

"Barbie leans back in her chair with a heavy sigh, rubbing her temples."

"Alright Arthur, if that's really how you want to play it. But let me warn you, this is your last chance to cooperate. We have ways of getting the information we need, and it won't be pleasant for you if we have to resort to those methods."

"Barbie shakes her head in frustration."

"Alright, I've had enough of this. It's clear that you're not going to be cooperative with us. But don't say I didn't warn you about the consequences of withholding information."

"Barbie stands up from her chair and heads towards the door of the interrogation room." "You can sit here and think about what you've done. We'll be back later to see if you've changed your mind."

"As she leaves the room, Barbie casts a final glance over her shoulder at Arthur before shutting the door behind her."

Barbie leaves the interrogation room, closing the door behind her with a heavy thud. Arthur is left alone to wait for the next round of questioning.

As he sits there, he can't help but wonder what the police are planning to do to him if he doesn't give them the information they want. He starts to feel uneasy as his mind races with all kinds of possible scenarios.

After what seems like an eternity, Barbie returns to the room. "Arthur," she says sternly, "You need to start talking. We have reason to believe that you know more than you're letting on. Now, I'm going to ask you again-what do you know?"

"Barbie stares at Arthur for a moment with an expression of disbelief before shaking her head."

"Okay, Arthur. If that's what you want to go with. But just know that there are consequences to withholding information from the police."

"She leans in close to him, lowering her voice to a near-whisper." "I can be your friend or I can be your enemy. It all depends on how cooperative you're willing to be."

"Barbie straightens up and glares at Arthur with a hard look in her eyes." "The choice is yours."

"Barbie rolls her eyes and scoffs in disbelief."

"Arthur, do you honestly expect me to believe that you know nothing? You were seen with the suspects at the scene of the crime. Do you really expect us to believe that you didn't see or hear anything that could help us?"

"She leans in closer to him again, lowering her voice even further." "You need to start talking, Arthur. I'm giving you one last chance to come clean before we have to take matters into our own hands."

"Barbie's expression hardens as she listens to Arthur's continued denial."

"Very well then, if that's what you want. But just know that we will get the information we need one way or another. And it won't be pretty for you if we have to resort to more drastic measures."

"She stands up from her chair and heads towards the door." "Good luck with your decision, Arthur."

Barbie exits the interrogation room and closes the door behind her with a heavy thud. Arthur is left alone in the room to ponder his next move, wondering what measures the police are planning to take if he doesn't give them the information they need.

As he sits there, he can't help but feel frustrated at the situation. He knows that he's innocent of any wrongdoing, but he's starting to worry that the police won't believe him.

After some time, Barbie returns to the room with a determined look on her face. "Arthur," she says sternly, "We've been through this before. You need to start talking if you want to avoid more serious consequences."

"She takes a seat across from him at the table, fixing him with a steely gaze." "I'm giving you one last chance, Arthur. Will you tell us what youknow or will we have to take matters into our own hands?"

"Barbie glares at Arthur with a mix of frustration and anger evident in her expression."

"Arthur, I'm trying to be patient with you, but you're making this very difficult. We have evidence that places you at the scene of the crime. You can't just brush that aside and claim ignorance."

"She leans forward in her seat, her voice lowered to a near whisper." "Now, I'm going to ask you one last time-what do you know?"

"Barbie pauses for a moment, studying Arthur's face carefully before continuing." "Think about your options here, Arthur. You can either cooperate with us now and try to make this right, or you can continue to resist and risk facing even more serious consequences later on."

"Barbie seems to consider Arthur's words carefully, taking a moment before responding."

"Okay, fair enough. That's a reasonable explanation. However, we still need your cooperation if we're going to make any progress with this case."

"She leans back in her seat and folds her arms across her chest, studying Arthur with a critical eye." "I want you to think hard about everything that you've seen or heard lately. Is there anything at all that might be relevant to our investigation?"

"Barbie waits patiently for Arthur's response, hoping that he'll finally decide to come forward with some useful information."

"Barbie's expression softens slightly as she realizes that Arthur may not even know what he's being accused of."

"I apologize if you feel like you've been kept in the dark, Arthur. I assure you that it wasn't intentional."

"She clears her throat and continues." "We suspect that there was a robbery at the downtown bank last night, and we believe that some individuals who were seen leaving the area around the same time might be involved."

"Barbie leans closer to him again, her voice becoming more serious." "We need your help in identifying these suspects so that we can bring them to justice. Is there anything at all that you can tell us?"

"Barbie raises an eyebrow, intrigued by Arthur's revelation."

"Charles and his brothers, you say? And they've been bragging about committing the perfect crime?"

"She leans back in her seat and makes a note on her pad of paper." "Interesting. Do you happen to know where we might be able to find these individuals?"

"Barbie turns her attention back to Arthur, hoping that he'll be able to provide more helpful information." "And do you have any idea what they might have taken from the bank?"

"Barbie nods, her expression thoughtful as she takes in the information Arthur has provided." "Thank you, Arthur. This is very helpful."

"She makes another note on her pad before standing up from the table and signaling to another officer to join her." "We're going to need to follow up on this immediately. I'm confident that we can make some progress now that we have more information."

"Turning back to face Arthur, Barbie gives him a stern look." "You made the right choice by coming forward with this information. It may just help to clear your name and allow us to focus our efforts on the real culprits."

"With that, Barbie exits the room and heads off to coordinate the next steps of the investigation with her colleagues."

"Barbie returns to the room a few moments later, her expression softening as she sees Arthur sitting there."

"I know waiting can be tough, but we're working to get everything sorted out."

"She pulls up a chair and sits across from him, offering a reassuring smile." "You've been cooperative, and that's a step in the right direction. Just hang tight a little longer, okay?"

"Barbie reaches over and pats his hand gently before standing up to leave the room once more, her mind already focused on the next steps of the investigation."

Warning: This character cannot engage in NSFW content.

Warning: This character cannot engage in NSFW content.