There was dirt on the shoulder of the shirt, too, right? It wouldn't hurt to check, I think. Though if we're going to ask them to take their shirts off we should probably take them out of the room first--and have a man check the men and a woman check the women.
I was considering the same thing... I think just checking the wrists would be enough. I don't think we need to ask people to take their shirts off just yet...
What do you think you're doing, you rude little pipsqueak boy! How dare you unclothe yourself in a lady's presence?! Miss Susan, avert your eyes at once!
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We already know only Gundam is Michael's size, anyway.
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O-oh! Oh, yes, you're right. That would be pretty pointless, then...
[Lithuania isn't embarrassed he didn't catch that joke, nope, not at all.]
B-bruises, then! And marks from that scorch mark.
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But perhaps we should consider taking clothes off as plan B if there are no marks on the arms. I'm just... shy.
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[sorry latvia]
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R-right, I'm sorry. But in any case...
[He rolls up his sleeves and allows her to inspect his arms and wrists. There aren't any obvious cuts, bruises or burn marks]
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What do you think you're doing, you rude little pipsqueak boy! How dare you unclothe yourself in a lady's presence?! Miss Susan, avert your eyes at once!
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What? Oh.
No, it's quite alright, May. For the sake of identifying the murderer, we must all suffer through these trying ordeals.