Lee's eye twitched, and not just from the stinging pain of hitting himself with a bottle either. "From... Santa. Santa. The guy we were told was killed..." he looked at the television screen, growling. "The guy YOUR committee told US was DEAD!"
"This entire thing was a waste of time, then?! We've been trying to solve a murder that didn't happen, because the murderer was the first one to be 'killed!'" Lee angrily put his bottle on the bar, cracking the bottom slightly. "I actually cared about this, and that was for nothing?!" he laughed. "Oh wait, that's right, they might not even BE dead! Just hiding around with some jolly red fatass who then decided to make us scramble around trying to see who the real killer was!"
He took the deepest breath he possibly could, then took back his bottle, reappeared in the main room, and sat himself beside Gen and the monopoly board. While he wasn't visibly furious, faint, black embers rose steadily off his body. "Gimme the tepig piece, please," he asked Gen.