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          “Next one, next one, who's the next one?” Grell danced around the room singing his little song until stopping at you. “You're the next one yes you are. Follow me now my dear.” He was still talking in a singsongy voice as he led you to the middle of the ballroom. “Here we are, in the center of the room, all eyes on us.” He giggled. “Now, pick your item dear.” “Way to make everything all weird and tense Grell.” You placed your hand in his purse and pulled out some sort of strange looking plant. “What, the heck is this?” You studied the plant a moment before Sebas

            “I say, all these handsome men are simply becoming too much.” Grell fanned himself. “I may soon have to retire from hosting. Heavens knows what may happen if I don't.” He giggled, while walking in a rather silly fashion up to you. “You ready to play? Follow me my dear.” Grell grasped your hand and took you to the center of the room. Before he'd even lifted the purse up for you to choose an item, the large double doors to the room sung open. “Sorry I'm late, I had to finish up some things at work.” Ronald smiled wide. “I'm here now though. Oh, and it looks like my partner's all

         "Come up here already my dear. It's far past time that you had your turn." Pointing directly at you, Grell beckoned you to the center of the family room with a crook of his long, slender finger. "Thank you. I'm coming." Obeying Grell's commands, you walked up front and start feeling around his hand bag for something to claim. Something fuzzy quickly grabbed your attention. You lifted it out of the purse to find you've chosen a little doll made in the likeness of a bird. Before you could ask who the owner was, Finny jumped up from the couch. "Oh, oh, that's my item." He smiled wide. "I get to go in the close

          "It's your turn to play. Now come up here and stop wasting time." Grell pulled you to the center of the room, picking up his purse and holing it out for you. "Pick something good now, I want to be entertained." He smiled wide. You reached into the bag and felt around for a bit. A moment later you lifted out a crumpled piece of paper. You unwrinkled it to read the name on it. "It says William T. Spears. Guess that makes it pretty obvious who it belongs to huh?" William stood up, walked over to you and adjusted his glasses. "I do apologize. I honestly didn't bring any items suited to put in a purse. When Grell called me here he said

          The last players now out of the closet, Grell rushed up to you and took you by the hands. “You're next darling. Now hurry along, we don't want to keep everyone waiting now do we?” He rushed you to the center of the large ballroom and held out his flashy red purse. “Here you are. Pick an item. ” You placed your hand inside the purse. Amazed at how many different items the bag contained, you chose at random. The object you chose turned out to be a rather expensive looking gold earring. Not knowing who it might belong to, you held it above your head for all to see.  “Would someone like to claim this?&rdqu

          “Come with me deary, It's high past your turn to play.” Grell took your hand and brought you to the center of the room. “Go ahead, don't be shy now.” He pushed the purse towards you. “Go ahead and pick an item for yourself.” You happily placed your hand inside the bright red purse and began searching for an item. Nothing was really grabbing your attention, there was simply to much for you to identify. Finally you settled on something. It was a bone, nothing special about it, just a regular, slightly chewed on bone. “So, who put what was left of their dinner in here?” Pluto's ears per

          “Give me just a teeny moment to think here.” Grell placed his hand on his chin as he thought. “I want the next player to have a certain quality.” He walked around the room, stopping at you. “Hmm, yes, I think you'll do perfectly.” After quickly adjusting his glasses he pulled you to the center of the room. “Okay, you can pick now.” Grell gave you a wink as he held out his purse for you. You placed your hand inside and shuffled around the items. Something very hard and ovular hit the back of your hand. You lifted it up and looked at it. The item was a marbled green color almost like ja

         “Hurry up now, you're going to be our next player." With a wave of his hand, Grell called you to the middle of the great room so you could take your turn. Smiling wide, he held out his bright red purse for you so that you could pick your item. "Good luck." He winked as you placed your hand inside. “Thank you.” You felt around for a moment until something very soft brushed against your fingers. Choosing that item, you lifted it from the purse, revealing it to be a pure, white feather. "This is really pretty, but I have no idea who it belongs to." "That belongs to me. But you may keep it if you would like. I have no

         It was finally your turn to draw from Grell's purse. You walked up to where he was standing, and placed your hand inside. There were items of all shapes and sizes, but there was one that was very easy to recognize. You lifted your selected item from the purse and held it up. "Who put the bone in the purse? Wait, is this, a cookie, or, a crumpet?" "No, no, my love." The Undertaker walked up to you and snatched the bone from your hand. "It's my biscuit." He bit into it and let out a strange sort of laugh. "They just taste better when they look like this. I have more if you want to try some." He moved behind you and started playing wit

           You get called to the center of the room to pick an item from Grell's hand bag. After feeling around for a moment, something you think you recognize gets your attention. You lift the item you've chosen up and out of the purse to reveal a group of cherries. "Hey, these are still in really good shape. I think I could even eat these." "Don't you dare, those are for my Bassy." Grell quickly grabbed the cherries out of your hand, dropping the purse to the ground with a loud thud. "Put them back in my purse, pick something else." William roughly hit Grell over the head with his scythe. "Stop prolonging this idi