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[The Pie Maker entering the Plane is twenty-nine years, twenty-three weeks, two days, and forty-six minutes old and flustered. He has just come from the Papen County mortuary, after having met one Matthew Miltinberger, a man who had been found stabbed in a public restroom. Being stabbed being the traumatic event that it is, however, Mr. Miltinberger had not seen anything other than a strange mask reflected in the mirror before he had met his untimely demise. This was not what Emerson Cod had wanted to hear, and the Pie Maker had been taking great pains to convince the private detective that it wasn't all that bad.]

It's not all that bad. We have something to go on, which might be less than what we usually get, but we can't always expect people to remember who killed them. Dying's a very disturbing experience; they could forget, block it out, he might not even have known he was dead, which would have been worse, because we wouldn't have any idea what this person looked like. Okay, so he might have been wearing a mask, but still...

[Ned frowns suddenly, having noticed something quite off.] ... I have a bell on my door. It tells me when people are coming into my shop. It's happy and jingly and makes my customers feel like they're welcome here, and I like that. ... But I didn't hear my bell, so... [He looks around.] This isn't the Pie Hole. [He turns around.] Emerson? Chuck? Chuck!? [... Butbutbutbut... he only just got her back!] Chuck!

[... D:]

[ooc: Retconned, btw. Ned enters from the end of "Pie-lette" now.]