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Not voting: Medicated Lain
The debate is fast and furious between Fletcher and Werebear, one accusing the other, as the rest of you try to make sense of the heinous murders. Finally, Werebear's attacks start to sound true, and you circle around Fletcher. Fletcher, preparing himself for the worse, answers his accusers.
"I'll admit it. I'm Stinky Pete, I had the beans this morning, I'm sorry, I knew what the consequeces would be..."
"I wasn't going to raise the issue of the smell," Werebear says.
"Actually, maybe we should raise that issue. That is rotten, man," Fuldu says.
"Yeah, I'm getting kind of light-headed," PBug says. "Can we go somewhere else, at least some place a little bigger than this island?"
"I've got just the place!" mathcam says, and a hop, skip, and a jump later, you find yourselves in Sydney Harbor... where it's almost 4am. Already tired, you only have time for a few more accusations before sleep over takes everyone. Y'all soon head to your respective homes, no lynch for the day.