The mood in the room was not a happy one, as no one could seem to agree on anything apart from the fact that Alen was irritating.
"I don't know why you all keep pointing fingers at me," said Third World Wonder, "did you not like the song?"
Everyone just mumbled to themselves and tried to keep calm.
"Can I come out yet?" asked Fred, to which a handful of people remarked that they thought he already had.
As Fred stepped from the closet there was a shot heard, and everyone hit the floor, including Klin who now lay motionless in a bouquet of his own flowers.
"What a way to go," said Melo, secretly relishing the fact that he was now the head wedding planner, as if anyone would ever hire anyone involved again.
"But we're still getting nowhere, as the killers are still amongst us and we haven't even ticked any suspects off the list!" said Sab, adjusting her copious breasts.
"Back to the drawing board," said Salvo, wishing he had never agreed to come to this stupid thing.
Klin was whacked. The poor man was a civilian, and didn't deserve an ending like this.