Not seven but
eight
of you return to the alley the next day. TheSweatpantsNinja, being the newest, is still keeping track, and makes a confused headcount. There is no one unfamiliar, or undead.
Then Andycyca taps him on the shoulder and says, "My sweatpants drawer has been physically removed, thrown out the window and dragged away. What the hell?" He then walks away. So that's seven of you.
Then Mizzy remembers that Zindaras and Guardian are technically the same person. Six of you.
Skruffs, Hasdgfas and Y put their heads together, but there's no need. Sir Tornado is just walking down the street, twitching madly, escorted by the policeman from earlier. The policeman waves when he sees you (especially Y).
"Maybe there
is
still a problem," he says. "A Mr. Yosarian II was killed in his own home last night." You all gasp. "Oh, yes, he
was
in your company, wasn't he. Anyway, we're taking his roommate up to Ellipsis. Sir Tornado is the worst Seizure Party sufferer I've ever seen, and that's saying something. He'll be happier at the hospital there--it's conveniently located right across the street from Epilepco.
"Frankly, I can only barely begin to comprehend why he wasn't already living there. There were a lot of gizmos and pills and whatnot in their house--I guess that's probably how he stayed conscious between video games. But he won't be taking care of himself."
He pats the catatonic Sir Tornado on the head and leads him away.
Yosarian2 (Inventor) is dead. It is now Day 5. With 6 alive, it's 4 to lynch. Deadline kicks in on Friday, July 4th, at 11:00 Eastern.
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