Who needs a supporting cast?

I spent my last few days shaking down the lower members of the Tabooniverse: the woman who got lost in the first season finale, the immgration officer who tried to deport Umi, and good ol' ugly-face himself (don't worry- I used a ten-foot pole.) None of them knew anything- they were all dead.
Some one's being very thorough.

Detectivity

After being shot, Unclepolar was left in a bad way: he had to take a whole eight days to recover (explaining and excusing the missed update yesterday).
But the mystery continues as to who shot him- logically, it must have been an invited guest so they could get into the church. Looking at the guest-list, I found 4 invitees who had a history of being scapegoats.
I mean, carrying weapons.
And so the search is abandoned.
I mean, continued.

The Wedding

Dearly beloved (and Uminus), we are gathered here today to show up the I.D.E.S. O.F. M.A.R.C.H.. If anyone has any reason why these two token characters should not be-
*gunshot*
Random guest: *Gasp!* Uncle's been shot!!

To Be Continued...

Proving a point is the only real reason to marry someone.

The four of the fantastic have washed up on the shores of the edge of the world, dead.
For four seconds before they stopped existing again.
I didn't want to do this, but they've left me no choice, damn it!!
Sammy and Lusa...are getting married!
We're going to show the I.D.E.S. that we're not afraid with a shotgun marriage on wednesday.
Now, go buys lotsa toasters- not only for the wedding but for toastology day!! (Still a year away)

Cream comes in cans now (Or EIGHT DAYS!!!)

Since I could now open a can of cream and it wouldn't go stale before the witch's rulership over me came crashing down over her horribly big ears, I'm going to do just that.
Only, with a can of worms.
And it will probably will get very stale.
And I'll only wait seven days before moving on.
Huh, actually, this is really related to that in any way.
Who knew?

Four of the fantastic

I've decided to hire mercenaries to kill the I.D.E.S.; they're known as the four of the fantastic and their bodies closely resemble the heaviest elements in the periodic table- bascially, they disappiate after four seconds and some don't believe in them.
I'll get those bigots yet!

When you gaze into the abyss

The ides are getting better: I lost a whole hour of my life on saturday- they must be using some sort of telepathic attack.
Fools! Do they not realise that eating away at my thoughts makes them what they claim to hate the most? Mindflayers!