Sam raised the metal shard for a killing blow. Suddenly, a blast of high-pressure confetti hit him square in the face. Barnaby stood there, his chest cavity open, revealing a festive party-cannon.
Case reached for his revolver, but he was too slow. A man in a tattered ringmaster’s outfit tackled him to the dirt. It was "Silky" Sam, a performer who had been replaced by a holographic projection three years ago. Detective Case and Clown Bot in: Murder in the ...
"You took our lives!" Sam screamed, brandishing a jagged piece of scrap metal. "The Mayor signed the 'Silicon Only' act! He had to pay!" Sam raised the metal shard for a killing blow
"Logic dictate: A party isn't a party until someone gets popped!" the robot replied, the laugh track looping loudly in the empty tent. Case reached for his revolver, but he was too slow
Detective Case adjusted his trenchcoat as he stepped over a puddle of synthetic oil. The neon lights of the Joy-Tech Funplex flickered, casting long, jittery shadows across the crime scene. At the center of the arcade floor lay Mayor Higgins, stone-cold dead with a digital ticket stub clutched in his hand.