CARBOQ: Carbo, are you pulling the old "My brain is feeble and I cannot remember anything, thus I am innocent" thing?!? I'm not buying it.
A: I ask you not to take my word, but I truly did suffer from a blow to the head. I believe it was retroactive amnesia that befell me, but luckily only affected my immediate memories. I understand your suspicions and please, listen to what I say. It may convince you otherwise. Hymn murdered Missile. During the second week, Yam took notice of the act and extorted Hymn to follow her bidding. She ordered her to kill Mr Roomy in the theatre. At the same time, I too was watching that movie and unfortunately witnessed Mr Roomy’s end. I tried to escape, but Hymn caught me. Yam threatened to kill me next week if I failed to comply. I locked myself in the computer lab until someone found me. I can recall anything but the few hours before I was in the freezer. I do not understand why I was in the freezer nor am in the condition I am in now.
Q: was it someone on board that hit your head to make you remember how to speak again?
A: Certainly it was not the bump to the head in the last murder when I locked myself in the computer lab. I rubbed a bit of Mr Roomy’s blood onto my scalp as demanded by Yam. It has to be during my presence in the freezer. I do feel a bump on my head.
Q: you have been in the same place as the murder twice now, and somehow managed not to be killed, odd, can you explain your 'luck'?
A: Luck does not exist. As I said before during the second murder, I cooperated with Yam to protect my own wellbeing. I cannot confront both Yam and Hymn alone. I also do not have the smallest desire to commit murder. I survived last week not because of luck but because how I adapted to the circumstance. This week, I afraid, I have no recall on the matter.
Q: Is it a freezer burn? / Why is your skin burnt?
No, it is a burn from fire or an explosion. *he starts to peel off a layer of oozing skin and charcoal off his arm but immediately stops at the slight sting of pain. He looks at his hands and sees that his palms and the inside of his fingers ae full of cuts and blisters*
Q: Why are you always blithering idiotically?I have no oratory control. It was just the way I was. Were you not satisfied with my utterance of the cello and the kazoo?
Q: Now that you've had a few minutes, what can you remember?*He stood there quiet in his own world* … there were two explosions?
*He rushed to Yam’s body* Where’s her collar or even her neck?
*He picks up Yam’s head and looks underneath.* It’s all blackened and it is not from frostbite. Take a look at her other body parts. None of them are blackened or damaged other than the burn marks on the upper torso connected to the neck and the lacerations that separated her body. What rule did she break?
SIGNOR AMANTEQ: Is there absolutely anyone who can back up the story that you were passed out asleep somewhere?
A: There is no evidence that will completely support my alibi unless you count the empty bottles in my room from the entire trip. Neither Carbo nor Augury can support me in this either. All three of us didn’t have contact with each other for the week but it’s not like I don’t know where everyone is. For example during the night of the murder, I heard Yam, Hymn, and Carbo upstairs because they were standing directly above the Cabins on deck level. I also heard Even yelling. I was too drunk to care to check it out.
Q: What rule do YOU think Even broke?
My intuition says it has to be killing another person within a week rule. He probably killed Hymn while the four of them were in the freezer. But something doesn’t sit well with me. Going by what Carbo said, it sounds like Yam broke a rule herself. If her collar exploded, then it means she wasn’t murdered. *He goes into the computer lab to check* WHAT?! Yam was DQ’d for leaving yacht premises? How did she get back onto the boat?
Q: What did you drink?
Bourbon, scotch, wine, everything but canned bear. This boat has everything. A few days ago, Even was drinking as usual at the bar and he let me take anything I want but the barrels behind the counter. He’s content enough with only the tap.
AUGURY Q: feeling a little too safe knowing that you won't die....you say that your record looked the cleanest, what does the record say exactly about you?
A: *He hands you a sheet of paper. You scan it for important information.*
Augury… No physical or mental diseases… won two national poker competitions and ranked 14
th in the world… frequent bar fights…casino disturbance…trespassing casino…parking violations…multiple DWI cases… nothing else worth reading for.
Q: why you didn't mention Signor Amante's file?
I don’t think he’s the killer. When he drinks in his room, he forgets to close his door towards the end. My cabin is two doors away, but I heard his drunken rants about some trillion dollar company. I did pass his door the night before the three deaths and I found him passed out. I closed his door out of courtesy.
Q: What did the files from the engine room say about Signor Amante? / What records do you have of Amante? /
A: *He hands you another sheet of paper. You scan it for important information.*
Senior Amante… first name is Forrest… No physical or mental diseases… notorious for representing corrupt drug companies in court… wrote a banned book and shortly sued by drug companies… has a history with alcohol… nothing else worth reading for.
Q: Do tell us more of the criminal records you've found, especially the three of you.
Like I said, there aren’t any records on Yam, Hymn, or Carbo. However, there was something weird about two files. Both Missile and Even were special files. There were kept in a different folder called “Infected Lunatics”. Reading up on what that meant, I found out that people with this condition had extremely high tendencies of homicide during the weird moons we’ve been having every Saturday night. Each lunatic had a strong past of homicide with cases tolling for more than 10 deaths but for some reason, they were hidden by the government. The weirdest thing about the criminal records were that there were only two folders. Senior Amante, Mr Roomy, and I are in one folder. Missile and Even are in the lunatic folder. This bothered me a lot. Out of Yam, Hymn, and Carbo, how many of them are in the lunatic folder? I can’t imagine any of them in the lunatic folder. Especially Carbo.
Q: can you tell me more about this modernized kama sutra?
There is twerking, same sex interactions, and several Nicki Minaj references involved. There is this one position called the Mobius Ring that made me wonder if it is even possible.
Q: The supply closet seems magical. At first you said it was empty, then Carbo said it was full of things, now you have found a crowbar from it. How did you know that there was a crowbar in the supply closet?
It isn’t unusual that I would go out of my room throughout the course of this trip and occasionally get things from the ship, right? I got most of my batteries from that closet. It is fucking disgusting in there. No one cleaned up Hymn’s vomit from weeks ago. People still recently went in there and took everything possible: fancy gadgets, new linens, rope, non-perishable foods, you name it. You can look at the floor and see foot prints from people who just don’t give a shit about cleaning up. This is why I hate everyone here.
Q: do you still have problems with alcohol?
No. *he takes a sip from his flask*
Q: Why do you think not knowing how to make gourmet lube wouldn't be helpful? The rules say you live. That's a life skill.
What I stick on my willy never goes into my mouth. I prefer to keep things separate.
Q: Papers on the Captain ? Please tell me you atleast had a glanced of what it says !
Yeah. He’s a cybernetic interface controlled by some freak of some high corporation using human experimentation for drug tests and all that sit. I didn’t pay mind to those papers. He didn’t drug me or anything so I don’t have any worries. I never cared about crazy psychos that won’t lay a finger on me and like hell I would start now. However, there’s shit about people like you who we’ve been talking to weeks deciding on who to kill at the end. I don’t have to act nice to you all because I know you all won’t kill me. I’m not a lunatic.
I'm not even sure the clues are even there. I picked mine based on who's name came up often 
