In Which She Was Poisoned

Lisa was pacing back and forth. The ship appeared the same around every turn and corner, giving the impression that it was some kind of labyrinth. 

The amount of décor was minimal, and there was not much in the way of uniqueness there.

Suddenly, she was overwhelmed by the sound of singing. She retraced her previous movements and then moved in the general direction that the sound was coming from. 

She was able to locate the dining room as a result of the chorus's singing. The white door had a lock on the inside that secured it.

As she flung open the door, she reflected on the question, "Should I..." and gave it some thought. As she continued to do so, the song began to lose its volume until it was finally completely absent, leaving behind an unnerving silence.

Lisa greeted the other person with a warm grin, extended her hand in a gesture of friendship, and introduced herself by saying "hello."

At that very instant, the woman's eyes detected a moving glitter in the distance.

"Hey, all of you, are you able to hear me? Who could it be?" Mona made a remark about how her flying ability was restricted. She clambered up onto the man's shoulder who was in front of her and stood there for a moment.

As Mona stumbled her way through an attempt to bow before Mistress Lisa, she yelled out "Mistress Lisa." However, because she was intoxicated, she was unable to succeed, and Mona ended up tumbling off the shoulder after rolling like a ball and collapsing to the ground.

The man with the dark hair was able to get a quick grab on her and hold her in the palms of his hands just in the nick of time.

Mona expressed her gratitude to James in a voice that was high-pitched and sweet. She also offered him a cute little pout. Oh, James, I am very grateful to you.

"I didn't mean to pry," Lisa said. You should definitely make an effort to keep having fun. She uttered the words "I'll..." while pointing her thumb in a backward direction, thereby suggesting that she would go back to the location from whence she had originated. She stepped backward and put both of her hands on her hips when she became aware that someone was whispering.

"It would be in our best interest to invite her..."

You raise an objection and say, "But she belongs to Master John."

It seems that she enjoys making others laugh.

Lisa exhibited some hesitance before making her decision. She kept her posture upright and walked in a straight path throughout the building.

"Guys, if it's cool with you, would you mind if I attended your party if it's not too much trouble for you? The request was made by Lisa as she was being cute and aggressive and pouting. "I'd love me some good ol' whiskey," she said.

"Yeah, yeah."

"Of sure, Miss Lisa."

She quickly got a glass, put some whiskey into it, and then drank it before continuing. At the very end, she said the phrase "Cheers."

The entire area gave off the impression of being disorganized. The decorations, as well as the seats, were placed in an unusual posture; some of the chairs were even turned upside down. Flowers could be found in every conceivable location, including atop their heads, behind their ears, in their hair, on the table, the floor, and even in their hair.

"Where did any of you get the notion that you should stop singing?" She asked the question while taking a sip from the beverage she was holding.

We do not want you to listen to our mentally defective selves from the past because we do not want you to. We sing abominable, truly terrible music, Miss Lisa.

"Oh, I love bad. She gave a sly grin before declaring, "Bad is my type, boys." Everyone has the potential to sing beautifully, but the true sign of skill is the capacity to sing terribly. When I get the chance, I always end up singing, which is terrible for my voice.

I turned around and heard a voice coming from behind me say, "Sing some dreadful then." They said, "Yeah, sing us some bad song, some rock, some jazz, some pop, and some hip-hop." They wanted rock, jazz, pop, and hip-hop.

Lisa made the decision to cast a quick glimpse over her shoulder, and as she did so, she noticed that the man sat there was none other than Hennessy, holding a bottle in his hand. While he was raising the bottle to his mouth, he was saying to himself. He appeared to be really intoxicated, and he spent the entire time with his eyes closed on the floor.

"Yes. Yes."

"Sing. Sing, sing, the men in the room kept yelling at each other over and over.