Elizabeth sat in the drawing room, thinking...thinking hard. Something had been bothering her...something too terrible to think...
"Bob's fashion statement was just really aweful. Why had Bob been wearing that gross T-shirt? The green didn't match with the blood stains at all... "
she sat there...
and sat...
...
then she stopped chewing on her hair...
"Why were there blood stains on Bob's T-shirt?"
"Why was he carrying a set of bloodly knives"
"Why was Bob carrying those severed limbs?"
She then realized something terrible...there was a murderer on the estate, but god be damned, she didn't have the ghost of an idea of who it was...
(OP: Ben, October 13 2006)
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