A protagonist and their friend look in dismay at a ransacked office. A fluffy dog sniffs at a bloody knife that has pinned a menacing note to the desk.

Protagonist: Someone close to me has been planning this all along, but who could it be?

Friend: It’s always the person you least suspect.

The friend points dramatically at the dog. The dog lolls its tongue.

Friend: Give it up, Fluffy! We know it’s you.

Protagonist: Are you kidding? I’ve had Fluffy since she was a puppy, and she hasn’t even figured out the treat puzzle I gave her.

The protagonist and friend turn to go.

Friend: Right, never mind. Let’s go find the plausible villain you least suspect. 

Fluffy follows behind them, holding the bloody knife in her mouth.

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