"And those gams ain't bad, either." Gn0me said watching after her, probably meaning it like a compliment. Upon entering the room and seeing the first body, John Brown, Gn0me wrinkles her nose. "What a damn mess." She sighs, two of her tentacled arms working as legs to propel her forward. "So if there was no personal vendetta, perhaps a hired hand?" Gn0me mused out loud to the fact that no one had been fired lately.
Approaching the body of John Brown she lowered down further to give it a good once-over. "Poor bastard." Gn0me muttered, pulling out another cigar and lighting it with an old-timey looking flip-lighter. Brutal and ruthless. Why would someone do this to the janitor? That was the million dollar question, and she had debts to be repaid.
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I'm wanting to roll a Treatment check to check out the body. Giving him a diagnosis.