Four men are in the room	

Four men are in the room. The naked one, stretched out on his back, is
quite dead. The other three, all very much alive, are trying to find out
how he died, and more importantly, who killed him. For it was indeed
murder most foul. 

The skinny blond guy with the experimental hair has his back resolutely
turned toward the other occupants on the room. Although he won't watch
what's happening, he does get pissed off when the other men don't include
him in their conversation, however disgusting it might be. He occasionally
throws a quick glimpse over his shoulder; he always regrets it. 

Of the two standing over the corpse, one is in the full bloom of his
manhood. He is physically fit, intellectually capable, and more beautiful
than even Michelangelo could have imagined, so beautiful that he turns
heads, male as well as female, wherever he goes. Just now his full
attention is on the man standing beside him, his dark head inclined in an
attitude of listening intently, cerulean eyes shining. 

The third living occupant of the room is tall, but once was taller,
perhaps a full head taller than the cops. Now his spine is bent with age,
but his faded blue eyes still sparkle with mischief. His lips smile in
delight at the 'boys' visiting him in his chilly domain. He sings a snatch
of an aria in Italian as he displays two tickets to the theatre for
Saturday night's performance. The dark-haired 'boy' eagerly volunteers to
accompany the elderly man. 

While the corpse lays there unknowing and uncaring, the blond throws a
glance over his shoulder just in time to glimpse the other two men's
mouths meeting in a more-than-friendly kiss. Reading his lips, we can
almost hear Kowalski saying "That is the most disgusting thing I have ever
glimpsed!" Benton and Mort were, however, oblivious. 

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