Last time:
(Cuts to scene of Mr. Green dangling by his pants that are stuck on a twig over a large cliff)
A/N: Ooh! A cliffie! Let's continue!
"All right! All right! I'll agree to anything you say!" Mr. Green begged.
Good.
Mr. Green was place back in his appropriate space. He scratched his head.
"Wait! If Mr. Boddy is dead and we know who killed him why are we doing this?" he asked.
You are playing the game. Every time you play, Mr. Boddy will die again and someone else will be the murderer.
"Um, okay," Mr. Green scratched his head again.
Mr. Green, it is your turn. Please roll the die…One.
Mr. Green grunted but was happy that he finally made it into the hall.
Make a suggestion.
"Huh?"
Who do you think it is, dummy!
"Uh, Miss Scarlet, with the rope, in the hall," Mr. Green guessed.
Suddenly the world around Mr. Green was warped. He saw Miss Scarlet holding the rope in her hands and an evil grin on her face. Mr. Green was in a flashback seeing if it was Miss Scarlet who had killed Mr. Boddy. Miss Scarlet held the rope high above her head. Mr. Green flinched. When he opened his eyes he saw Miss Scarlet still with the rope…
"Wanna play double dutch?" she asked breathlessly.
Miss Scarlet was using the rope to play jump rope. Why? Because the Almighty Fanfic Writer said so. Miss Scarlet must have been innocent.
Col. Mustard can disprove the suggestion.
Col. Mustard suddenly appeared in front of Mr. Green and held up three cards. One had a picture of Miss Scarlet, one had a picture of the rope and the final had a picture of the hall. Mr. Green was completely wrong!
Hahahahahahahaha!
"Hey, you cut that out!" Mr. Green shouted.
Mrs. White, it is your turn. Please roll the die…Two.
"Finally," Mr. Green sighed in relief, "I'm not the only one who's been rolling low numbers."
I'm sorry. I mean Five.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Mr. Green stopped to take a breath. "NOOOOOO-OH-OH-OH!"
Make a suggestion.
"Huh?" Mr. Green stopped blubbering for a second.
Idiot! It's Mrs. White's turn. Sheesh! Give her a break.
Mrs. White's voice rang throughout the mansion. "Mr. Green, with the revolver in the Billard Room."
The world around Mr. Green once again whirled. He was then standing in front of Mr. Boddy in the Billard room and holding a revolver to Boddy. Why am I doing this? He thought before pulling the trigger. A stream of water hit Mr. Boddy's face.
"Ha ha!" Mr. Green laughed, not really knowing why, "Hope that cooled you off."
Mr. Green can disprove the suggestion.
Mr. Green then stood in front of Mrs. White. Confused, Mr. Green held up his card with the revolver. Mrs. White frowned but then shrugged. Turns went by until…
Mr. Green, it is your turn. Please roll the die or make a suggestion.
I guess I should make another suggestion, Mr. Green thought, It would be useful.
Suddenly, the window opened and a breeze went through. Mr. Green was about to make his suggestion when…
One.
"But I didn't roll the die!" Mr. Green protested.
The die rolled a one. Move one space.
"But I didn't roll it," Mr. Green looked at the window, "Egad! The window's open. The breeze must have rolled the die."
No, duh, Mr. Green! What are you, stupid? Oh, wait! Why am I asking? I KNOW!
"Can I get a re-roll?" asked Mr. Green.
Nope. Go one space.
"This is so not fair," Mr. Green grumbled as he left the Billard Room. He decided on his next turn, he'd go back and make a suggestion.
A/N: If y'all love me, you'll review!
