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"Now, nobody worry," said Wilhelmina calmly, standing up to address the group. "I'm sure Fea's just gone off to do something completely not related to lupine behavior. But in the event that she had, perhaps we ought to lynch her, as she seems quite mad."
Mutters of "Seems?" and "No kidding" drifted across the circle.
"We do have to lynch someone else as well, though," she continued. "And I would suggest SPaM for that position."
"Balderdash!" the drunkard slurred. "That'sh rid-- ridi-- that'sh shilly. How could I be a lyca-- oh, buggrit -- a wolf?"
"You could just be using the drunkeness as a cover!" she accused. "Trying to get us to think you're harmless, while you slaughter in the night! Or," she said, "I could be entirely mistaken. Either way, I think those bathtubs you wear upon your person are rather unusual. Might I recommend that you avoid the eggshell in future? It doesn't suit your complexion."
"Egadsh, woman!" cried SPaM. "The only mad pershon I shee here ish you!" Then he shook his head and tried to focus his gaze. "Although I do shee three of you. All three of yoush! There'sh the wolvesh!"
"Poor man," Wilhelmina said with pity, casting her vote for ++SPaM nevertheless.
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