And as time grew nearer to the next Werewolf game, the phantom was led up to the noose in high anticipation.
"You're making a mistake!" he cried angrily, as they placed the rope around his neck.
"I don't think so," sneered Morm. "You are undeniably arrogant - a sure sign of a wolf if ever I saw one."
"This was part of my plan all along," explained Fordim.
"I'm only doing this in self defence, old bean," said The Saucepan Man airily as he tied the last fatal knot.
And with that last perfunctory comment, the handle was pulled, the body dropped, and the neck was snapped. The noise hung on the suddenly still air ominously.
"Hmm," said TGWBS. "It looks like he wasn't a wolf after all."
"That's what I've been saying!" said the phantom fumed from his awkward position, his burning eyes barely visible over the platform. "Now you fools have gone and killed another innocent! I should have amended my post to include
all of you!"
"But then there'd be only you left," offered Firefoot helpfully.
"Duh! And the villagers would have won this time, wouldn't they?" roared the lynchee, struggling to free himself.
"He's not dead!" said Zali, disappearing as fast as she had appeared.
"I've always liked you," said ToREstel nervously as the knots began to loosen.
"Hey," protested Fordim as he looked at the rope from a safe distance. "That noose is nothing but a giant loophole!"
"Can we hang the Saucepan now?" asked Kuru hopping around in glee.
"Do you suppose," whispered Shelob to Holby and Oddwen, "That we could start taking them out one by one without anyone noticing?"
"Let's loot their houses first," whispered Oddwen.
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I'm sorry...that was a very silly post.
