This is another misadventure in the land of Lobstopia, check out the tag for more.“Someone here must be a werewolf,” Professor said. “We’re not leaving until we find out who it is.”
Glances were exchanged across the room.
“Maybe if we knew who the Masons were, it’d be easier to figure out,” Chubby Unicorn said.
Despite the slight slur to her words, Professor agreed she had a point there.
“It’s not going to happen,” President Gamer said. “Masons are a secret society. You can’t be a secret society if you go around telling people what you are.”
“I’m a Mason,” Shutter said.
President Gamer groaned.
“He must be one, too,” Clumsy Ninja said.
“Or maybe that’s what he wants us to think, to throw us off track,” Professor said.
“That’s a good idea!” President Gamer exclaimed.
“He’s the Mason,” Chubby Unicorn said.
Despite these revelations, the discussion continued long after sunset. At some point Chubby Unicorn stumbled out into the night, but somehow found her way back as well.
“Let’s just put it to a vote, shall we?” Clumsy Ninja proposed.
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