Inside the interrogation room at the Uchiha Police Station...
"Jiraiya, my brother, confess for leniency, resist for severity. Tell me, where did the goods come from?!" Fugaku's eyes glowed an eerie red as he stared fixedly at Jiraiya in front of him.
"Fugaku! Fugaku! I'm your big brother! Don't mess around! Put your Sharingan away! Do you have any idea how scary that is?!" Looking at the scarlet Sharingan in Fugaku's eyes, Jiraiya was so frightened he nearly wet himself.
If I'd known it would come to this, why did I ever do it? I could've just kept that underwear in my own collection. Ugh, one wrong step, a lifetime of regret...
"Jiraiya, you need to understand that the Konoha Uchiha Police Station is a legitimate law enforcement department authorized by the Hokage. Our interrogation methods are linked to Konoha's as well. If you refuse to talk, the methods we use next might be a little cruel," Fugaku said with a cold smile.
"No, no, no! You can't! Your big brother Jiraiya is still a *! I've still got plenty of youthful years left to enjoy. You can't ruin your big brother Jiraiya!" Jiraiya was so flustered he nearly cried...
"So, are you going to talk or not? If not, I'll have to use some unconventional interrogation methods." Fugaku chuckled.
"It's true, Fugaku! Your big brother Jiraiya isn't lying! What you heard in the ANBU bathroom really was where I got my goods!" Jiraiya said, on the verge of tears.
"Heh, I'm no fool, Jiraiya. Every hot spring shop in Konoha has thirty-six cameras around it, monitoring the entire area without a single blind spot. There are infrared sensors underground and dedicated satellites overhead monitoring them at all times. Heh, go on, then. Tell me how you got them," Fugaku