From: Karnivax <karnivax@my-deja.com> Subject: Re: [PW!] [NC] Clueless... (Continuation of: Not a Clue!) Date: 20 Jun 1999 00:00:00 GMT > Winsley looks at Robert with an angry face, "This isn't some sort of > game... Mr. Rasoul died. I expect to find out who it is by the end of > the night. Feel free to ask each other questions, and relate what each > of you were doing when the lights went out... we're not going to sleep > until the murderer is discovered." > "This must be some sorta bloomin' joke," David whispered to Goliath. "And where the bloody hell did ya go in that closet, anyways?" "I could not tell you if I tried," Goliath answered. "It was pitch- black, labyrinthine, and awash with cobwebs. If you really want to explore, David, perhaps you should send Rampage. He can clear a path through most anything." "Might I ask what you're whispering about over there?" Robert suspiciously queried. "You're on a need-to-know basis, kid," David snapped. "Well, pardon my *suspicion,* Crocodile Dundee..." "You say another word, mate," David growled, "and I might just end up murdering someone tonight after all." He subtly tapped the area of his jacket where hidden underneath was the holster housing his Cougar Magnum. No one knew what he was doing, but he would not have it any other way. "I'm not accusing you of anything," Robert claimed, now quite sure David had been the murderer, "but I and everyone else here sure would like to know where the two of you were when the lights went off." "We were in the friggin' kitchen, like the butler said!" David shrieked angrily. "The geezer said we could eat anything in the fridge. So Goliath and I gorged ourselves on some food that wasn't nearly as good as it looked...then Goliath went for a short jaunt through some sorta pitch-black passageway, but came back covered with cobwebs and lookin' bloody well spooked." "I do not much care for spiders," Goliath noted. "A talking Golem, eh?" Robert noted. "Rather odd. So tell us, Golem, where did *you* go?" "I went into a passageway that led out of the kitchen. The passageway was dark and full of spiders. At some point I gave up trying to go through and turned back. That is all I am able to divulge," Goliath answered plainly, somewhat irritated that he was being considered a suspect. "I don't believe this," David grunted. "If anything, you should be focusing on Rip Van Raven over there." He pointed at Raven. "He coulda killed someone while sleepwalkin'. Maybe the kid has murderous tendencies in his subconscious." "I...heard that," Raven snorted, lapsing back into consciousness for about two seconds. "I'm passin' out now, guys, catch ya later..." he murmured. "Or maybe Ms. Crack-shot over there?" David then motioned to Natasha. "Shot anyone lately?" "Me? D - don't be silly." Natasha stammered. Bringing her gun along had put her in a very awkward position. "Or how about that nervous-lookin' bloke?" Then David pointed at Sirius. "That guy could keep beer awake." Oz remarked, "Ummm...I think you mean *coffee*, not beer." David raised one eyebrow in confusion. "Coffee...?" Robert buried his face in his hands. "This is getting us nowhere," he sighed. "Well, I don't know about you folks, but I've had enough of this crap," David grunted. He got up from his seat. "C'mon, Goliath, even bein' outside in the rain is better than this." So he and Goliath headed for the main door. David tried to open it, but it was locked shut. David was tempted to ask Goliath to batter down the door until he realized how suspicious that would look. "Evidently we will be staying after all," Goliath pointed out. ((Hee hee...that was a pointless chapter, but it was fun to type!)) --K * A * R * N * I * V * A * X-- "Awesome! I'm poisonous! Those idiots who work at McDonald's won't forget to give me napkins and fancy ketchup ever again..." --Torrasque Sent via Deja.com http://www.deja.com/ Share what you know. Learn what you don't.