"Stating for the record, Suspect 005 is a dark violet pegasus mare. Her mane and tail looks to be artificially streaked with black. Looking through records, her original color was an even darker purple. Eyes are a piercing spearmint green. Her wings seem to be have been replaced with a newer model of mechanical wings. Those things are expensive and really hard to find. Cutie mark is a golden streak over a cratered surface. Bringing her in now."
*door opens*
*door closes*
*heavy thump*
*silence*
"What do you want?"
"Answers."
"Well you can't have 'em. Fucking Greaser."
*spitting noise*
"What's your name?"
"Ha! As if I'll tell you."
"Well, I do have a unicorn on standby, ready to zap anypony whom I see fit."
"You think I'm scared? Nothing scares me! I'm like a mountain! Unbeatable."
"If you don't sit down right now, I'll give the call."
"Do it!"
*crackle*
*loud popping*
*screams*
*crackle*
*screams stop*
"So, you ready to talk now?"
*ragged breathing*
"Good. Now, what is your name?"
"Comet Rush!"
"Missus Rush, what were you doing on April 20?"
"I was."
*strained cough*
"Aw, shit. Blood."
"You'll be alright, you can get a doc after this."
"Right, a doc. So, I was delivering food. It's the company I work for, Hooves On Delivery? You know it?"
"Yeah, I know of it."
"Cute place. They've got."
*coughing that turns into violent hacking*
"Shit Greaser, shit shit shit. I don't feel so good right now, can I go to the doc now?"
"Not yet, just tell me what happened in your day. Anything different or odd?"
*groan*
"Well, there was one delivery. My uncle called me and told me I had to deliver some steak. The job was so simple!"
*heaving*
"Simple. So simple."
"Aw, shit."
*loud explosion*
*glass and metal shrieking*
*recorder fizzing*
*recorder cuts*