Really, throughout this whole ordeal the only safe people would turn out to be independent record shop owners, this is because anyone involved would without fail try to search out these humble establishments.

Thurston realised that the tearing of his pants could be a great idea for an album.

'Totally Torn doesn't sound like a good LP name to me', said Kim.

"Haha," laughed Thurston softly, "That's actually quite right. Hmm... I wonder..."

'How about Seriously Split?' Thurston enquired tentatively.

"What about Rather Ripped?" pipped a squeaky voice from the back.

'Heyyyyyyyyyy, that's not too bad', said Kim as she looked around to locate the source of the voice.

Jim O'Rourke was back, and he was tiny and dressed all in green!

'Top o' the mornin' to y'all, me little band o' faerie brethren' said Jim in a faux Irish accent.

"Jim who?" -- asked the detective.

"Why's there a detective here?" asked Jim, in between sips of Guinness.

'Yes, you may er, be wondering why I've gathered you all here, er, indeed many of you may not yet have realised that you were brought here by my, er, machinations; the reason is that I believe that one of you is the murderer, er, indeed the murderer of Lady Winstanly-Bonewaldsethone', said His Royal Highness Detective Prince Charles.

"Lady who??" asked a drunk.

"It wasn't me, to be sure, to be sure", said Jim the Leprechaun.

'Lady Winstanly-Bonewaldsethone', said His Highness Detective prince Charles to the drunk, 'the well-known social host and inbred parasitical dimwit, er, who was found, er, indeed, murdered in her own fridge, er, two moons ago'.

"Im sure Cantankerous did it!" -- shouted a drunk. Everyone recoiled at the stench of booze and diseased liver that came out of his mouth.

'The drunkard doth protesteth too much', screamed a baying mob, 'he's the one - hang him hang him hang him, hang him up to feed the ravens!'.

while the crowd gathered around the drunkard with the menace of an amoeba approaching a bacterium, jim unexpectedly broke into song:

"women of the world, take over
cause if you don't the world will come to an end
it won't be long..."

His Royal Highness Detective Prince Charles of Scotland Yard was momentarily distracted by this powerful yet simple paean to femininity and joined in the singing, turning his back on the assembled murder suspects...

Then Cantankerous grew some wings, or some sort of flying things, and flew away from the scene.