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Mr. Green finished his sandwich, feeling happy that Miss Scarlet didn't try to take his.

With a grunt, Colonel Mustard snatched his sandwich back from Miss Scarlett, and took a big bite.

"That's what you get for tryin'a steal a man's sandwich, Missy!" he growled, and held on to his sandwich tightly. "I'm a-hungry!"

Hrm - this seems like it could be fun. Do we want to make this similar to the "Continue" the story - but these six people are locked in the house?

Hmm, we could do that, but we don't have to. If people want to stay by themselves, that's fine with me too.

Mr. Green finished his sandwich and resumed his application for seminary school, vowing to one day become Reverend Green.

Col. Mustard polished his revolver. *BANG!*

Mrs. White was caught by surprise when a stray bullet bounced off the soup pan on the stove. The knife she was polishing slipped from her grasp and she accidentally flung it out the door.

The knife struck a flask carried by Prof. Plum. The flask contained an attempt to reproduce the synthesis of Mauveine first done by Sir William Henry Perkin. The flask shattered making everything in sight purple. Prof. Plum, being Prof. Plum, was not bothered by this.

Miss Scarlett was so startled by the sound of the shattering flask, she spilled her big Amarone all over her plate of liver and fava beans.

Mr. Green attained his diploma from seminary school and was now Rev. Green. "Whoopee!" he exclaimed, jumping in the air and clicking his heels.

Miss Peacock finished a 1000-piece puzzle in one hour and quietly wondered if this counts as a superpower.

Col. Mustard had a polite but terse conversation with his arch rival from his days at West Point, Col. Dijon.

Mrs. White decided to have ice cream instead.

Professor Plum heard the words "ice cream" echo through the halls and booked it back to the kitchen.

Colonel Mustard followed fast on Professor Plum's heels. He hoped there would be lemon ice-cream.