Last night I got unasked for permission to kill someone from rathen. I didn't catch most of the radio chatter since I was the chef and that usually doesn't concern me anyway, but I'm guessing this guy had been causing stuff around the station. About a second later, this guy charges into the bar, we talk for a few minutes, he picks up a George melon I made earlier, eats it, gets knocked out, and meets the gibber. Was awesome because I almost never get a chance to rampage when not a traitor.