There was a scream from the kitchen.
Kitty ran in, looking for what might have caused this. She saw nothing unusual, except for Kurt, who was still within his standard boundaries of normal. "What happened?" she asked.
"Evan...got murder," Kurt closed his eyes and leaned heavily on the counter.
"Evan got *murdered*?"
"Mmm."
"Where?"
Wordlessly, he pointed to the dining room.
Kitty ran through the doorway and was met with a horrible sight.
Evan was sitting at the table, but had fallen forward into an awkward slump. There was a pool of dark liquid around his head, slowly staining the tablecloth. Beside him, an unmarked paperboard container had been overturned. There was a dirty knife about a foot away from him.
Kitty screamed.
Instantly, Jean was in the doorway. "What happened?"
"It's *murder*!" Kitty shrieked.
"Yeah!" Jean beamed. "Isn't it great?"
Kitty stared, open-mouthed.
"Well, it was kind of a surprise," Jean said. "But you should try it."
"You want me to try murder?"
"Sure. It's good."
"Whoa, Evan," Scott laughed as he came in. "Take it easy."
"He's *dead*!" Kitty screamed.
Scott gave her a funny look. "No he isn't."
Kitty felt Evan's hand. It was cold. "He is!"
"Eh, so he overdosed a little," Scott shrugged.
"You poisoned him!" Kitty accused, pointing to the brown container.
"Don't look at me!" Scott said. "He brought that home. I don't even know where he got it!"
"I think he found it in New York City," Jean said.
Kurt entered the room, righted the container, and began scooping its contents into a bowl.
"Don't eat that!" Kitty warned. "It's poison!"
"No, it's death by chocolate," Kurt said.
"What?" Kitty blinked.
"It's frozen yogurt," Kurt licked the serving spoon. "Flavor's called Murder."
There was a scream from the dining room.
*****
A/N: Yes, there is a flavor of frozen yogurt called Murder. Yes, it is good; yes, it comes in an unmarked container; and no, I don't know where my cousin gets it.
Kitty ran in, looking for what might have caused this. She saw nothing unusual, except for Kurt, who was still within his standard boundaries of normal. "What happened?" she asked.
"Evan...got murder," Kurt closed his eyes and leaned heavily on the counter.
"Evan got *murdered*?"
"Mmm."
"Where?"
Wordlessly, he pointed to the dining room.
Kitty ran through the doorway and was met with a horrible sight.
Evan was sitting at the table, but had fallen forward into an awkward slump. There was a pool of dark liquid around his head, slowly staining the tablecloth. Beside him, an unmarked paperboard container had been overturned. There was a dirty knife about a foot away from him.
Kitty screamed.
Instantly, Jean was in the doorway. "What happened?"
"It's *murder*!" Kitty shrieked.
"Yeah!" Jean beamed. "Isn't it great?"
Kitty stared, open-mouthed.
"Well, it was kind of a surprise," Jean said. "But you should try it."
"You want me to try murder?"
"Sure. It's good."
"Whoa, Evan," Scott laughed as he came in. "Take it easy."
"He's *dead*!" Kitty screamed.
Scott gave her a funny look. "No he isn't."
Kitty felt Evan's hand. It was cold. "He is!"
"Eh, so he overdosed a little," Scott shrugged.
"You poisoned him!" Kitty accused, pointing to the brown container.
"Don't look at me!" Scott said. "He brought that home. I don't even know where he got it!"
"I think he found it in New York City," Jean said.
Kurt entered the room, righted the container, and began scooping its contents into a bowl.
"Don't eat that!" Kitty warned. "It's poison!"
"No, it's death by chocolate," Kurt said.
"What?" Kitty blinked.
"It's frozen yogurt," Kurt licked the serving spoon. "Flavor's called Murder."
There was a scream from the dining room.
*****
A/N: Yes, there is a flavor of frozen yogurt called Murder. Yes, it is good; yes, it comes in an unmarked container; and no, I don't know where my cousin gets it.