"Gentlemen and ladies, settle down for a minute and think this through. There were no deaths last night, and yet the zombies will soon overrun our defenses here. That points directly to
Zeb aka General Olaf."
Inspector Patrick pulled out a book filled with pages upon pages of furiously scrawled notes. If there was organization to it the script, it was not readily apparent to anyone. An idea would start in seemly random parts of the page, fly off in random directions with tangents and arrows pointing to questionably connected ideas running around all over the page. One line of thought would die off in what seemed to be mid-sentence, only to reappear later down the page.
"It is all quite clear. I figured it all out last night. I couldn't sleep so I figured I'd put the time to good use. Speaking about lack of sleep does anyone else realize how hard it is to sleep on an empty stomach? Because I now do. Thanks a lot guys. I work up a humongous appetite yesterday solving the case and no one pays me their dessert dues as I asked.

Jeeze.
Is a cake here or there really asking for that much? You know what, you guys aren't gentlemen at all. You all don't deserve to go to the
Gentlemen's Club. It'd be like desecrating sacred ground. In fact I withdraw my previous addressment of you all as "gentlemen". I want the record to show that I never said that! And when I ... ...
After ranting for a few minutes Patrick finally snaps out of it.
Did I just go off on a incredibly long and unrelated rant again? I'm sorry guys, I really am.

This is what happens to me when I'm hungry though. Please for the sake of everyone's sanity, lets find some food. For that reason I declare that we head to the
Fast Food Joint."
"Anyway, back to Zeb.
All my evidence in my note book points to him. Also I accused him yesterday and I'm never wrong. More strong evidence to throw on the pile. Zeb, was too scared last night to kill last night as he knew we were onto him. As he is a General, he knows surprising the enemy is the key to success, but last night he lacked any surprise what-so-ever. So he waited to get the other key to military success: overwhelming numbers. Zeb, the General of Zombies, was waiting for his zombie minions to aid him before he attacked anyone!
I have found you out yet again Zombie Zeb. There's nowhere to run, nowhere to hide."