Twain was doing a pretty job. He felt that he is explaining everything well. Every once in a while, he'd catch Oliver eyeing me. Like I was gonna do something to him. Werid. Because he wasn't planning to. Maybe the whole crewpostor thing made him paranoid. He sighed. Some things you can't control, I guess. Suddenly, Oliver darted into a nearby storage room. "Oliver...?" Twain asked. Oliver grabbed and and brought him inside. "Oliver? Whats going on?" he asked again. Instead of replying, Oliver slammed the door shut and whipped around to face him. "Twain." he said. "...Yeah...?" Twain answered nervously. What was he thinking? "I need to tell you something." Oliver said. Without letting Twain respond, he went on. "You said you were a crewpostor, right? Well, crewpostors are half crewmate, half impostor. That means they can kill. But you said you don't kill very often. But that means you sometimes still kill." Where was he going with this? "Yeah, but whys it matter?" he asked him. Oliver blinked a couple times, then he gasped. An impostor eye was staring back at him.
>:) TWIST ...or were you expecting it? he he he ha Theorys? Conjectures?
