A flush is heard, and Age Quod Agis enters the basement, trailing a strand of toilet paper from one shoe, tucking his shirt into his pants, and announcing to whoever happened to be in the room, “Man, you guys wouldn’t believe who just rocked his girlfriend’s world! She’s all like, ‘Awww, baby, you’re the best ever,’ and I’m all like, ‘That’s right, I know how to please my woman’ and --”
At that moment, AQA emerges from his bubble of self-delusion to notice what everyone else is staring at – Jimmy Chitwood’s lifeless body, tongue sticking out like a turkey timer. AQA emits a high-pitched scream eerily reminscent of an 8-year-old girl and starts to sprint out of the room, but accidentally runs into IdiotBoy and nearly knocks himself unconscious.
He gets to his feet unsteadily. “Wuh-wuh-wuh, what happened here? Is he all right?”
ScubaBoy sneers at AQA, “Yes, genius, he’s fine. Except he seems to be having some trouble breathing . . . but that’s probably because he’s dead.”
“Well, I think I know who did it,” says AQA. Everyone gasps. “Maybe it was the person who said this:”
“That’s right! I accuse Jaade! Her double negative is actually a positive. Jaade just admitted that she committed this crime!”
“Uh, no, Braniac,” says Kat. “Someone already accused her and she said that person was wrong.”
“All-righty. Well, I think we should split up. If we’re each alone in darkened rooms, we’ll probably be much more safe.” AQA exits and walks into the attached greenhouse. Creeping vines stretch overhead, casting shadows throughout the already darkened and musty greenhouse. Despite the lack of wind, plant leaves rustle against each other.
AQA finds a plant with odd, 5-pointed leaves. He scratches his head and tries to figure out where he’s seen such plants before.