Silly Game Time: I, the Great Detective Haircurl Poitroast, have gathered all the evidence and can conclusively prove that the murderer of rich, old Lord Fumblefrumpton is ... YOU! But the only thing I don't understand is why.
So ... WHY did you poison him, stab him, blugeon him about the head with one of those sausages the length and weight of a bowling pin, shoot him with a crossbow, push him out a 5½ story window, and run him over with a 2005 Honda Civic?
You are wondering why I, one of the butlers did it? It’s quite simple really. I was really looking forward to having my soda from the fridge in the staff quarters. When I finally ended my shift for the day went to drink it I saw that cruel lord Fumblefrumpton had taken it! He didn’t even drink it! He took one sip, decided it wasn’t good enough, and dumped it down the drain. What I did was the only appropriate response.

















