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05/05/2021
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Mark Burkhart
The plot thickens...
Col Mustard in the library with the Tranya.
La liste d'allergies de l'ambassadeur n'aurait-elle pas été trafiquée ? (les listes sont là pour ça) (réflexion © Compote de Complot 100% )
And what a party it was
Transcript:
Space: the fifth dimension - a dimension not only of sight and sound but of imagination...wait, I’ve just been informed that all dimensions are composed of space, in fact, that’s pretty much what a dimension is: space…
And on an unrelated note…
I don’t know Spork, how are we supposed to find the ambassador’s murderer when we don’t even know for certain that he was murdered.
He may have just been violently allergic to grapefruit...uh, I mean tranya.
That seems doubtful Tom. On his list of allergies the ambassador only named wheat germ, tribble dander and John Adams music. There’s no mention of tranya or any of its ingredients*.
* grapefruit
So it was murder! Yeoman, how many crewhen had access to the ambassador’s glass?
Well, let’s see: there was the kitchen staff, the engineers, the medics, the officers, the colonel, the baroness, the upstairs maid, the…
What did you do, play hot potato with it?
Well, yeah!
What? It was a party!