The Unholy Potato fretted and squirmed as first Krysa and then Imogen turned against him, clearly terrified by the accusations. "I, um, don't know why you think I'm to blame, but, uh, I swear I knew nothing of what occurred until I read about it in the, um, paper," he said nervously. "I don't know why Kyrsa and Imogen are, um, inventing reasons to accuse me, but I, um, admit to being a bit bothered by it, as might be noticeable. I don't take any pleasure from doing so, but, uh, I would admit that I can't help but feeling that, um, Imogen or Krysa might be making their accusations to conceal their own guilt. Though, I'll say that I lack any suspicion of Marikir and desire to steer clear of blind mob mentality that might lead to unfortunate, um, rashness?"
The last statement-question hung in the air tremulously as the round little man frowned quizzically, wondering if his words had swayed any among his fellow actors.