(Italics can't be heard or seen.)
It's time...
Lyra: *sigh* You know, this has been a very un-interesting time.
Servant Palkia: Well, it's about to become more interesting.
Shut up, you! Or I'll fade you from existence!
Servant Palkia: The people that are alive can't hear me, remember?
Grr...
Toon Link: Anything happen yet?
Servant Palkia: Nothing... Yet.
Speaking of cyanide...
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Gwen: Is anything going to happen?
Lyra/Servant Palkia: *facepalm*
Lyra: That's just pathetic.
Servant Palkia: No, they don't know what we know.
Gaster: Anyway...wanna play Go Fish?
Gwen: Okay then...
*Gaster shuffles a pack of cards in many flashy ways*
Gaster: Okay...
*faint screaming is heard*
Lyra: About time. Something remotely exciting.
Servant Palkia: Now, don't sound so convinced.
Lyra: Fine then...*reduces to mumbling*
Gwen: Did you hear that?
Gaster: Hear what?
Gwen: It's...never mind. Got any 2's?
*in the Ballroom*
???: One more pathetic fool down. Tired of listening to "CRAGLEY HO!", so I muted that.
*looks at the puddle of cyanide on the ground* Yep. That's done.
*Dittoman enters*
Dittoman: Huh? What are you doing here*
???: *pulls out bow* Nothing. Just here for some target practice! *pulls arrow out, and fires it toward Dittoman, and hits him straight in the heart, killing him instantly*
*in the Kitchen*
Gaster: Gots any...3's?
Gwen: Go fish.
Lyra: These two are oblivious to the killings.
Servant Palkia: Really? I would never of guessed.
Lyra: Don't try using sarcasm on me. It doesn't work.
*in the Ballroom*
*Geoff, Roy and Luke walk in*
Roy: Who's that?
???: You don't need to know. Have you meet Elvis?
Geoff: Elvis? Who's Elvis?
???: *points at a strange looking machine* This is Elvis. Hope you learn some moves from him.
Lyra: I remember Elvis. That thing killed me.
Servant Palkia: *snorts* That killed you?
Lyra: Yes. It did.
Servant Palkia: How?
Lyra: You'll find out...
???: This isn't the original Elvis. It's Elvis 9001, with 300% more killing capability!
Luke: Learn some moves? Like what?
*Elvis turns on, firing pool balls rapidly at Geoff, Roy and Luke*
???: Never mind. You'll be dead anyway.
*Elvis flicks off, after the other three are dead*
???: Let's inspect the damage. *inspects the three dead, finding their bodies are damaged beyond repair* That's good.
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Lyra: Well that's that. Something's happened.
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Five dead? Wow. Send murders.