Re: Whodunnit?
Mr. Fluffelkins dusts himself off.
After a brief pause of action, he looks around, somewhat intelligently.
"Men. . . I believe there has been quite a long time since our last murder. It would be unintelligent to assume there will be no more. It would also be unintelligent to assume that a murder is not coming any time soon. I propose we, as a group, ready ourselves in some way, shape, or form.
I say we each take up arms in a defensive manner", He finished, somewhat deep and gruffly. As he finished his small speech, he brandished his spike-ridden rattler of doom.
He puffed on his cigar, looking out into the horizon for a moment.
He walked off a few feet, and unloaded his two items from his little backpack. . .
A lasso and a half-empty bottle of bubble-bath solution.