The group heard Retro's demands to not leave, but alas, they didn't have much time to debate. As soon as they had started to go at it, a panicked cry came from the back of the room, bringing a halt to every conversation almost instantly.
"It was me! I did it! I did everything!" said the distraught voice.
It came from none other than BlackBuzzard, who until this point had been awfully silent. Even during all the commotion, death, and violence, he had rarely raised his voice at all. Naturally, it raised the question of why he would confess now.
Retro pointed over at BlackBuzzard's pizza box, as he did not believe for a second that the would be murderer would confess so easily. A small group gathered around to quickly check it. The inside of the box actually contained another box, this time with the logo of Little Ceasers on it. Sure enough, inside that box was a $5 Hot-and-Ready Little Ceasers Cheese Pizza. Although at this point, it was no longer hot, nor really ready to eat. It had been sitting on the podium for a few hours.
However, despite BlackBuzzard's cry, there was no pineapple on it. There was no indication that he was even remotely related to the events that had happened...
"Err... your Pizza doesn't have anything on it?" mused Retro, quite obviously confused as to why BlackBuzzard was turning himself in.
"I KNOW!!!" screamed BlackBuzzard, on the verge of tears "But it's my fault anyhow! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!!!"
"Yes but, if you've done nothing wrong..."
But Retro did not get to finish that train of thought, for the rest of the group had other plans.
"Who cares, lets get him!" shouted a few voices next to Retro.
"Yeah, he confessed, and who the hell buys Little Ceasers' Pizza?" said another voice, this time behind Black Buzzard.
" Seriously, that stuff is goddamn disgusting!" pipped in a third voice.
"Now just hold on a second..." began Retro.
Once again, Retro's train of thought was cut off, for the group was already circling around BlackBuzzard. Cries from BlackBuzzard were heard, and then a few painful sounding blows to the head, as he was knocked unconscious.
"There, that'll keep him in place!" yelled a voice, triumphantly. It's triumph was short lived, as another voice chimed in with a question. A question that brought an eerie silence to the entire room.
"...wait, he's not dead is he?"
It would appear that a mistake or two had been made.