[ WP ] The police employ a Seer whose prophecies are in rhyming couplets . As a master criminal , you have to devise crimes that centre around things that do not rhyme .

The murder would be orange. I knew that much, but I couldn ’ t figure out how it would be orange or what orange thing I would use to do it. I saw all the thieves around me get caught quickly by the seer and I would not fall. 
 
 I walked around the street in a circle. I spotted a wasp ’ s nest under a silver lamppost and an ‘ orange ’ idea popped into my mind ( an orange idea, being one that would aid in my rhyme-less crime ). I intended to cause as much chaos as I possibly could and the brewing idea filled me with angst. I wasn ’ t sure if the seer would be able to rhyme past my crime. The rhythm in my work would have to fool a prophet. 
 
 I quickly decided that I would commit the murder on a Wednesday, I had multiple choices but I felt most confident in Wednesday. I would do it at eleven PM. Next I had to figure out the where. I could commit it in a city of Orange, which would work well since there are many. Orange, California was my final choice, although it was a wealthy area. But California was huge, and they wouldn ’ t be able to get Orange out of the seer. 
 
 Next I decided the weapon/mode of murder. I would kill my victim with wasps. I would coat my wasps in a light orange powder to conceal their color. At most they could get ‘ stinger ’ our of the seer, if that. 
 
 I would dress in a purple onesie with no accessories. Limiting the variables in the crime was important. I would have a better chance of success. 
 
 The thirteenth of October was approaching. I would soon have to commit my crime. I gathered all of my supplies and stepped out into the street. It was about nine at night and the moon shone beautifully in the City of Orange. I smiled my beautiful and twisted smile and put the things into my orange Pontiac Fiero. I would need to be discreet to make sure that I would not only avoid setting off the seer, but also avoid alerting any normal law enforcement agents, which should be easy. 
 
 I approached my target house. It was on a wealthy street, Orange Park Blvd. It reeked of freshly cut grass and smooth pure air. I was bothered by the utopian nature of their neighborhood. 
 
 After starting to scale the wall of the house I felt a scrape on my leg. Leaving a trace of blood would ruin everything. I hung from a ledge and blew on my leg through my purple onesie until the wound was dry. 
 
 I then continued scaling the wall and reached the target window. It was not easy but I managed to pry it open from the outside without tripping an alarm. Surprising considering the area I was in. I then hoisted up my bag of wasps from the ground. It weighed roughly fifteen pounds and contained thousands of wasps, hopefully all still alive. I gently placed the bag inside the house, opened it up by pulling a string, and shut the window as I left. 
 
 The wasps would search the house and any living creature would be quickly attacked by an over aggressive species of flying bugs. The fact that I hadn ’ t already been caught was quite promising. 
 
 I assumed my target to be dead within about an hour. My target was a rare species of Leopard, the Amur Leopard. I knew this family in this specific house to illegally have two cubs. My crime had led me along perfectly thus far. I was only hoping that part of its name would not give me away, it was not known however by any authority that this house had any exotic pets. 
 
 I had a payout planned with my contractor, he worked something out with others in Russia and I was paid millions for the job. I raised the value of the few Amur Leopards left by much more than I earned. 
 
 I hope you weren ’ t thrown to think that I would be foolish enough to kill a human, I knew I would get caught. After all, out of all of the creatures in the world, humans are the best at rhyming. I had to pick a target that did not rhyme. I guess I came close.
