Which story is better?
But things don’t always go smoothly for Otto. One day he was playing to a street crowd with a puppet on his arm when a drugged person came up to him and started talking roughly to the puppet.
“Otto was just unable to resist the opportunity. ‘Come on! Come on! You got a problem, tough guy? Come on!’
“‘Oh, yeah? How do you like this?’ The guy pulls a knife.
“Otto thinks he’s playing along. ‘Oh, yeah? What are you going to do with that? Oh, a pussy with a knife! You don’t have the balls to use it!’
“Then Otto goes, ‘Awwwww!’ and slumps. The guy had stabbed the puppet, and got Otto in the arm. Then the crowd jumped him.”
In one case a suspect had killed six people. His defense attorney asked me if when his confession was given, had I taken notes. I told him, no, that I had just been babysitting while the other detectives took a break.
He asked, ‘Do you mean to tell me that you’re relying on your memory of what my client said?”
Boom! I sucked him right in. “Well, in my twenty-five years as a detective I have never interviewed a mass murderer before.”
“Your honor, I object!” snapped the lawyer.
The judge said, “You asked the question, counselor.”