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Same Bar.
Same Barman.
Same situation.

Different game she's kicking his ass at.

"This is so unfair. Stupid Mister Onion deserves to be crippled."

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Beat.

Beat the second.

"Wait...WHAT?!"

"West's head," X repeats. Carefully.

"He died. And was mutilated. The head is missing."

Beat.

"There are four likely suspects."

In case that is helpful information.

"How...how...but...you guys lost the head?"

"No. It was not with the body. And I could find a scent trail to backtrack."

Loompas are wily.

Beat.

"And his arm was in a tree."

It's then that he does the only thing left for him to do.

Mike facepalms.

"at what point did we lose control here?"

X shrugs, one-shouldered and quick.

"I do not know."

Beat.

"But I will find out who did it."

This pause is longer.

"You do not know where people would hide it?"

Mike slumps down on Bar, hiding his face in his arms.

"that is so not the thing I want to hear...."

His shoulders rise and fall as he takes a gigantic deep breath. One intended to calm his nerves and steel his resolve.

"tried the lost and found?" he says with gallow humor tainting his voice.

"No. It is a good place to hide things?"

Really?

It seems -- counterintuitive.

X has obviously never seen the lost and found box.

"not really," he admits to Bar's top. "it's just where all hidden things can go. if you've ever misplaced it, it's in there..."

"Oh."

Bar very politely provides a note telling X that the lost and found is behind the Bar.

Since Mike is busy hiding.

"Thank you," X says, very seriously.

Then she slips behind Bar and cracks open the Tupperware container.

The clown wig is right out. As is the evilly glowing black crystal. The white and purple puffball creature with springy legs gets shoved back in, too.

And as the pile of items next to X grows taller --

She stops.

"There are plastic bags? Back here. I do not think it is safe for West's head to be near food. Or drink."

Beat.

"It is not very well preserved."

It looks like she has a winner.

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Mike looks up.

"You didn't."

Then the smell hits him.

"Oh yeah...you totally did. Uh...Bar? Trashbags. Please. Trashbags and those little pine tree air freshener thingers...like...STAT!"

"Thank you," X says, triple-bagging the head and carefully moving around to the other side of the bar.

"I will put it in the infirmary."

Beat.

"Hank has air freshener that he uses. At home. For the infirmary. It is more effective than pine trees."

In case Mike would like to use it.

"That is...uh...that's great to know, X. Thanks."

She's mocking him again, isn't she?

"I'm uh...glad I could help you get a head on the case...or something."

"That," X says, very, very seriously, "was not funny."

And then she and West's head --

Head into the infirmary.

(That is not funny, either. Really.)

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