(on a random morning, by sms)

Michelle: Amelia, a person known to us - but for his/her sake of dignity, shall not be named - has fallen into a well.

Amelia: And..?

Michelle: Oh, you're awake. And..well, was eaten by a crocodile :D

(some hours later)

Amelia: Michelle! They found our friend's dead body. It seems it was suicide. He/she was dressed in Gucci.

Michelle: Tsk, tsk. It must have been a mess then.. a foot here, a hand there, blood, guts floating about. He/she must have been quite huge since the croc can't even finish him/her off. Gucci? No wonder the croc ate him/her. Our friend must have been wearing it's mum!

Amelia: It seems it was Gucci. Could have been pasar malam goods. I think it's your fault. I recall you giving him/her the outfit, as you stole it! You monkey!