Fiasco, still in a state of shock, finds the nearest tap and fills himself a glass of nice, safe water. He sits down on a chair in a corner of the room, gathering his thoughts, trying to observe the motions of the other guests, hoping to gauge their intentions. What are all these other masked people doing here? Why are they so calm, so confident, so focused on their food and drinks and pleasantries? Perhaps they do not realize they have been blackmailed -- or perhaps they know something he does not?
Fiasco gets up and tries, cautiously, to discuss his absurd situation with various people.
Fritzler, Cogito Ergo Sum, Seol, Kelly Chen, and anyone I may have overlooked... you speak of "lynching"? This, combined with the strange abduction, worries me greatly. Mr. Gray and Mr. Green seem to have "invited" themselves a rather strange collection of verbose "guests"! I understand that you're very religious; it's just, Kelly, please be open-minded, because the current predicament all of us seem to have landed in looks rather more urgent. And Cogito... what is this about talking lemons? I have never heard of such a thing. Good sir, I bite my Netherlands at thee!
"I beseech you, in the bowels of Christ, think it possible you may be mistaken." - Oliver Cromwell