"Yes, I'm joining you. Don't make me regret that decision."
Hail majestic corporate light, heaven born and ever bright!"Ah, the tropers! So glad to meet you!" says Mrs. E. "I've heard that no challenge can defeat you. Something awful happened here, a quarter to eight, so I wanted you to investigate."
Very good kitty"C-Come with me, to the study, then you'll... you'll..." Mrs. E starts to cry. "I can't keep it up anymore! My husband is dead!"
Very good kitty"Smegging heck! How did it happen!?"
"My light shall be the moon, and my path the ocean, my guide the morning star as I sail home to you...."Kafka suddenly looks deeply uncomfortable. He follows these brain-dead eejits hoping to be entertained, not emotionally impacted, goddammit.
Hail majestic corporate light, heaven born and ever bright!In the study, lying on the floor, is an old man in a tweed suit, with a knife in his back.
"Quarter to eight, I heard Jerome scream. But no other sounds, nothing in between..." Mrs. E looks at the tropers sadly. "Sorry, force of habit. This case makes me wonder, as much as I grieve. I'm sure nobody entered, nor did one leave."
Very good kittyKnife steps in the room. She presses a button, and the robotic limbs unfold out of her bladepack.
"Don't worry. I'm not stabbing your husband again. Just taking precaution." She uses the limbs to remove the knife from the body, and tries to identify what kind it was. It looked like a normal kitchen knife, but for all she knew it was some sorta special brand not used in the house; useful to know if they were gonna identify what it was.
and the public won't dwell on my transmission cause it wasn't televised.

Pulling in a fair bit after the Chey Bus is a battered old dark blue Saab 900, its bumper covered in stickers signing the praises of bands perhaps 1 in 1000 of the people stuck behind it will have heard of. From it emerges Kafka, who takes a bit to make sure his Yamataka Eye scream car alarm is working (the ringing in his ears says yes it is) before heading into the extremely pleasantly-named mansion.
"Aight, the fuck are you up to now?"
Hail majestic corporate light, heaven born and ever bright!