Hugh Hamilton
Hugh wiped the last of the tears from his eyes and turned his sorrow to anger.
"Damn that Ben" he conveniently thought aloud, "I was looking forward to an elaborately described and tediously epic Cluedo match"
Meanwhile Ben was sneakily snickering behind the curvacious yellow delights of Colonal Mustard. He was amazed that Hugh hadn't noticed that no one had shuffled the cards from the last game, or even thought to change the ones in the secret envelope, so Ben just consulted his notes from that last game and the rest is his story.
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