The fear of death does strange thing to people. It does even stranger things to audio files.
As if Detective Byte weren't already confused enough, the night brought the weirdness to a fever pitch. As he made his way back to where he and Sergeant Bit were set up for the night, Byte found himself being propositioned by some of the files. Were they looking for love out of fear, desperation, or both? Byte didn't know but he'd get no sleep this night because of it all.
"Well, I'm your Venus, I'm your fire. What's your desire?" one asked with a wink in their eye.
"Um," Byte said. "Can't say I've thought about that lately."
"Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy, but here's my number so call me, maybe," sang another.
"Well, we're not permitted to date suspects," Byte blushed. "District rules and all."
"Let's spend the night together. Now I need you more than ever. Let's spend the night together now!" cried someone else, reaching for Byte's hand.
"No, no," Byte said, now growing more flustered by all the flirtatious attention. Unfortunately for him, things just got weirder from there.
"Top coat. Top hat," sang one in a doorway. "I don't worry, 'cause my wallet's fat. Black shades. White glove. Lookin' sharp. Lookin' for love."
"Nope!" Byte said as he picked up his pace. "Not this time, sorry."
"It's a quarter after one, I'm a little drunk and I need you now," called out someone else.
"Imagine that!" Byte joked.
"We're up all night til the sun. We're up all night to get some. We're up all night for good fun. We're up all night to get lucky!"
"You don't say."
"I'm a boy. (I'm a man) Well, I'm your mother. (I'm a man) I'm a one night stand. (I'm a man) Am I bi? (I'm a man) I'm your slave. (I'm a man) I'm a little girl when we make love together."
"Okay," Byte said, breaking into a sprint. "That's enough!"
"I smell sex and candy here!"
"What does that even mean?" Byte asked, not actually wanting an answer.
"I'll take you to the candy shop. I'll let you lick the lollypop."
"I'll take a rain check on that!"
"I wanna *boink* you like an animal! I wanna feel you from the inside."
"Oh dear God!"
"Do me, baby, do me, baby- You can do me in the morning, you can do me in the night. You can do me when you wanna do me. Yodel-ay-ee-hoo!"
"Sergeant, get me out of here!" he screamed as he made it to their quarters. Once inside, he slammed the door and barricaded it shut for the night.
Upon seeing the fuzz turn in for the night, one file was feeling lucky in a different way. It strolled up to an unassuming chap and pulled out a deletion gun of its own on him.
"Any last words?"
"If I could stick my hand in my heart, spill it all over the stage- Would it satisfy you? Would it slide on by you? Would you think the boy is strange?"
"Yes, yes, and yes," the killer said as it pulled the trigger.
The victim gasped and moaned, which drew a crowd. As the other files were asking a flurry of questions, the dying file uttered his last words.
"Look at me- I'm in tatters. I'm shattered!"
HE WAS "THE HOT ROCKS POLKA"- A SEMI-LIMITED CIVILIAN DOCTOR.
IT IS NOW DAY 2.
YOU HAVE 48 HOURS TO ELIMINATE A CORRUPT FILE.
MICHELLE IS REPLACING BIMBO.