The five remaining dinner guests were exhausted. It had been quite a long day. Quite long.
Kooshie made up her mind. She walked over to where the sleeping figure of Jorbles leaned against the wall. She tapped him on the shoulder.
"Oh, my, what, wait, who?" Jorbles looked around for a moment, then dusted off his jacket and composed himself. "My apologies. A great butler never sleeps on the job. But you all, really."
Jorbles pulled out the hammer he kept in his back pocket at all times and handed it to Kooshie. She walked up to sudgy, held down by liopoil and mcmcsalot. Sudgy didn't even fight back. Turns out he was asleep.
Kooshie raised her hand, hammer poised, and looked around one last time. "This is it. Let's save ashersky!" She brought the hammer down square on sudgy's face. It make a squooshie sound.
Mcmcsalot and liopoil wiped the blood from their faces, as though they were used to being covering in blood, as though they had killed before, perhaps at night? They turned to Kooshie and raerae, guns pointed at them.
"It looks like we've got you. This is the end of the game for you." Mcmcsalot nodded to liopoil.
"But mcmc, why not let them at least see poor ashersky one more time?" liopoil asked.
"Sure, that works." He pulled out a garage door opener from his pocket and pushed the button. The brick wall separating them from ashersky started to rise. When the dust settled, they could see the overturned chair, and ashersky tied to it, unmoving.
"Huh, seems they were too late for him, too."
The mafia, mcmcsalot and liopoil, have won flawlessly. Raerae and Kooshie have been endgamed.