[Rock Lobster]

I left the Nekokami room and looked around. The stiff was still stiff. The crowbar was still clean. I could see that I was going to have to do a lot of work to make this one make sense. Sort of like trying to figure out the subway schedule in New York.

The next room said, MTravelerH on it. I looked over at "Pinwheel" and arched an eyebrow. Having that skill comes in handy sometimes when grilling suspects. She rolled her eyes again. Between the two of us we were going to have the most in shape foreheads in the room.

"Would it be okay if I called you 'Zippy' so I can dispense with the quotation marks?" I asked.

"Fine by me," said Zippy.

"So who's this next character?"

"MTH. Not to be confused with M to the H, who is another story altogether."

"Confusion is my strong suit, sister," I replied. I opened the door and walked in. MTH was sitting in a chair in the exact center of the room, fiddling with a compass in his lap. It sort of reminded me of the fluffy white cat in the more cliched spy movies.

"How nice of you to come by, Mr Lobster," he said.

"Nice for you or nice for me?" I asked.

"Probably something of both. What do you say that you ask your little questions and I give my vague and misleading answers so I can get on with my day? I have a full schedule."

"Oh, yeah? Well let's start with where you were when the murder happened, then."

"I was right here. Or rather right there, wherever that was before Zelda hit the Red Button. It can become so tedious at times with all of this spatio-temporal transpositioning going on."

I'll admit that I had to scratch my head over that one. But I didn't let on that I was not in my comfort zone. "What were you doing here and or there?"

"Moderating. That's what we Green Hats do. We moderate." He looked peased with himself.

"Anything specific?"

"There is a new thread on a new reader that has been getting heated and I was keeping track of possible trolls."

"Did you see what happened to pshrynk?" This was getting no where fast, so I decided to get into the meat of the questions.

"Yes, I did. Ghastly stuff. I hope we can get that carpet cleaned up."

"Oh, so you're an eye witness, then? What happened?"

"Well, from the looks of it someone hit pshrynk with a crowbar."

I was starting to wish that I had Zippy's talent with the eye rolling. "I mean before the mess was made on the carpet. Did you see who did it?"

"Oh, I thought you meant did I see what had happened to pshrynk, poor man. No, I must state categorically that I did not at all see the person who did this horrible crime. I was busy with the new reader at the time."

"So you weren't looking at anything else?"

"Not at all."

"Hang on..."

"To what?"

I was getting tired of this guy. He wasn't much help at all. "Do you have anything helpful to add?"

"Well, I did see a penguin running toward that area of the suite just before all the hubub started."

"Thank you, you've been quite obstreporous."

"My pleasure." MTH turned back to his keyboard and started typing.

Looking around the room, I noticed that another piece of twine matching the coat pshrynk had been wearing was carelessly tossed in a corner.