"Who did this to me? How the heck am I supposed to know?" Mr. Grizz asks. "I don't have a camera attached to this thing. I can't see out of it. What, do you think my consciousness literally resides inside a wooden radio? I'm hundreds of miles away!" he yells. You try and hide your disappointment that he is not, in fact, actually a sentient radio. Oh, wait, you don't have to hide it, because he cant see you.

Hang on. You ask him if he knows who you are.

"No idea. I just guess randomly every time anyone talks to me. I'm gonna guess... Vice?"

You tell him hes like, 2% correct. He accepts this.

"But if you're here, then... What're those wood scraps at the crime scene?"