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*sniff* Hey...what an odd smell. It smells like something rotting.

Watson, my plan has succeeded! One of our nefarious enemies committed suicide this morning! It cracked its neck on the hard snow outside.

I know. Your, um, girlfriend told me. By the way, have you noticed a strange odour in your room?

Come to think of it, there is a faint aroma unlike my usual emanations. I wonder what that could be.

I guess we can try fumigating it. I can't imagine what it might be, either.