The sky had sank into a dull, dark night. The moon radiated the sleepy sun's energy unto the sleepy town of Old Fogey. The air hanged thick with the smell of smoke.
A policeman walked down the lane unbeknownst of the nearby, lurking danger. He had finished his shift and was going home when, a dark clad figure, trapped him in a bin bag and heaved him into the bin. He then heartily laughed "Trololololo" and sprinted away. Who did this and why?
Detective Chief Inspector L. Z. Elda knew. He grabbed his math book and set off to investigate the kidnapping.
When Elda arrived, he noticed an intriguing object right near the scene of the crime. A cog. He placed it into his pocket and further investigated. There was no trace of anything else. His attention was immediately stolen by a rusty old bin. A strange noise echoed from it. After moving the bin, he discovered a hole and swiftly dropped down.
Bang! He landed on the floor with a thud. The room was well made out of steel and had no furniture; only a chair. Elda sat upon it and was spontaneously jammed in.
"I was expecting guests. Sorry I couldn't tidy up though; I've been busy." The voice was muffled and indistinguishable in terms of gender.
"How rude of me not to introduce myself; I am the Binman!"
"BanMan?"
"No, it's Binman. I'll see you later anyway; I've got a policeman to play with!"
"Stop using semi-colons in your speech!"
"If you insist..."
Static crackled in the background.
All of a sudden, a burly man walked in. He was about 6' 4'' with biceps as large as a plough machine. Elda was at the mercy of a ridiculously muscly man.
That elipsis would have four dots instead of three because Binman was done talking. Three dots signals more speech while four just means he trailed off. Just saying. Otherwise good.
By @LinkZelda
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