The Jedi Master advanced upon the Klingon, green lightsaber ignited and held in hand.
"Follower of justice, you are not. The scent of the dark side, it pervades you. Slay you, I must!"
Worf's bared teeth, a battle fury and a bat'leth were all that were needed to respond to the challenge as the two clashed in an epic duel... or would have, until a large burly gold-encumbered man got in their way.
"I pity you fools! Don't start with this nonsense. Mr. T says we gotta have a plan, and--"
His tirade was cut short by the windup sound of a Borg cannon and he himself was cut short seconds later by the discharge of plasma.
Advancing hawkishly, Cid Highwind threw out his coat to reveal himself in gleaming metallic armor, red lightsaber in hand, and an ominously pale face.
"The Undead Dark Lord Queen of the Sith Collective demands your attention," Sherlock Holmes murmured with an impish gleam in his eye. He tossed his pipe to the floor, which transformed into a giant violin that he now held menacingly. "He had you wrapped around his fingers the whole time, of course. For him, it is but a simple - Zvarri!" Eye gleam. "And the truth he beheld." With a cackling chuckle, he threw off his wig as well, revealing himself as the dastardly so-called ace detective, Luke Atmey.
"It's been fun. But now, it all ends." Rubbing his monocle delicately and then pressing it against his eye, a superlaser blasted out and incinerated the remaining three hapless victims.
Worf, Ghost (TOWN), has been lynched!
Yoda, Vanilla Townie (TOWN), and Mr. T (Vanilla Townie, TOWN) was killed in the aftergame!
Cid Highwind, Vanilla Scum (SCUM), and Sherlock Holmes, Rolecop (SCUM), have won the game!
