Skeleton examined the files in his bedroom carefully, the newspaper cuttings lining his walls all clearly pointed to a connection in the town to a secret government surveilance facility, it made sense that agents in town were working with the aliens, preparing them for a sinister New World Order.
He traced the crudely skethed lines, linking one name to another, personal effects looted from dumpsters providing more evidence. He subconsciously raised a hand to his head to ensure that his protective headgear was safely in place--it wouldn't do for the aliens or the government to read his thoughts and know that he was onto him.
Suddenly there was a bright light at the window.
"No! I have to warn the town! You won't get me, President Kennedy, or should I say 'Emperor Ken'edi?!'
The transporter beam took everything from the room, only Skeleton's protective headgear survived as a crinkled mass of tinfoil.
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Skeleton has been abducted, he was the Tinfoil hat.
It is now daytime until 1800 tomorrow.
You need 9 votes to secure a lynch.