Eh, I don't really have time to keep up with this. I declare that my head explodes and rainbow blood sprays everywhere.
A horrid parasite suddenly erupts out of your head, covering everything in a three metre radius in a shower of rainbow blood. Accompanied by the screams of horrified people, the parasite escapes into the sewers.
Re-gag prisoners, eat Basewarming Muffin (Health), and contemplate the dead body.[/b]
You quickly tend to the prisoners before you enjoy a healthy breakfast of a cold muffin and some rainwater from a puddle.
With your stomach nice and full, you contemplate the dead body. Ah death, the final arbitrator, the thing that brings both the rich and the poor down low. In death all people are equal, whether they be the King of China or the poorest beggar in the Second Soviet Empire.
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You didn't mean contemplate the body philosophically, did you?
Anyways the body is completely, 100% dead, unless it rises up as a zombie or something. The marks of your bootlaces are quiet obvious on the man's throat, and even the greenest of criminal investigators would realize that the body was killed by strangulation, and not by wolves. Well, unless somebody trained the wolves to be a crack team of commandos, which would be totally awesome but highly unlikely. Other than the rigour mortis and the pooling of blood on the backside of the body, it looks like your average regular person, if said person was dead.