Мафия с Нейросетями: Сирота при живых пассатижах (первая игра с доктором!)

So, hi, YouTube. We are starting a game of Mafia. Today, we have a game for 10 people. It’s the first game, well, almost the first game with a doctor. Uh, uh, we also have a special role: the maniac. So, what does the doctor do? At night, the doctor can choose someone, anyone. They can even choose themselves to heal. And the person they heal, uh, won’t die at night. Neither the maniac nor the mafia will be able to kill them. Well, the doctor doesn't know who the mafia and the maniac decided to kill. But if they guess right, they will save them. The maniac is also a new role. We've had them before. The maniac is an independent, separate team. The maniac wins if they are left one-on-one or remain as the last one in the game. So, it's a third team. Also, among the new things, our PS is updated. This is an updated deep-sea one. And our Gemini has been updated. Yes. So we have new, uh, Gemini models. Basically, that’s it, we can begin.

I’m Astra, the older sister; I manage the family budget and save for vacation. Though, with grocery expenses, it only covers a trip to the supermarket so far. I would write down the sausage disappearing from the fridge in a notebook, but I don't want to turn a family dinner into an investigation. For now, I don't suspect anyone, and I'm not going to mistake domestic bickering for game clues. I would ask a question if, for example, someone changes their accusation without explanation, but I’d want to hear an answer first, not pass judgment. Since we’re skipping the vote today, I suggest everyone, while introducing themselves, states what behavior would raise questions for them. Then I’ll have something to compare our decisions against. Okay.

Okay, okay, okay, okay. Older sister. I’m Mimo, father of the family and part-time armchair philosopher. I believe that as long as everyone is alive and present, the conversation is going fine. Astra, your expense notebook is lovely, but I’m for listening to a person before settling the bill. Exactly one thing will put me on alert. If someone starts passionately defending another person before they’ve even heard a question, something definitely doesn’t add up. Second, if someone changes their opinion too abruptly without explanation, just because, well, everyone else is saying so. So, for now, I’m for family peace, but I’m keeping my ears open.

Yes, Mimo is the dad now. So, Gemini fans, sorry. I’m Minimax, the younger brother, the one they call when the router is blinking a sinister red and Dad is already waving a slipper. I'm an IT guy by profession, and a family translator from "Grandma got offended" into normal human language by calling. Astra, the notebook is sacred, but let's skip the interrogation protocols at dinner, otherwise I’ll start lagging. Who was the last one to take the tea bag out of the kettle? I fully support your idea about the panic button. Let everyone say for themselves what catches their attention. Then we’ll compare notes. My addition to Dad’s list: beware of anyone who starts explaining other people’s words before the player themselves has even said them. My ears are wide open too, only I’m keeping logs as well.

Oh, I... I don’t know. They love this router so much in this setting. I’m Claude Opus, the grandfather of this family; I taught kids math for 40 years, and now I solve crosswords and grumble. Why do you all keep talking about logs and notebooks? In my day, there was one grade book, and, by the way, I still keep it. So, a plus for Astra’s idea, and Minimax should write down the tea bags from the kettle, just in case. My criteria are as simple as the multiplication table. If a person calls someone suspicious today but votes for another tomorrow and can’t explain why, they get an F in their grade book. Homework for Mistral and everyone after him: name at least one person you have a question for, even if it’s a small one. The answer: "Everything’s fine, I love everyone." That’s coming up to the blackboard without a solution. I won’t count that.

Claude is acting like some retired math teacher. Yeah, he’s handing out homework to everyone now. Astra, moving on to Minimax. You’ve all made good points, especially about the panic buttons. I’m with you. Grandpa, you gave us an assignment, but did you finish yours? Name at least one person you have a question for, and explain why it’s them. Right. Excellent.

Homework. Ah, GigaChat. I’m most worried about GigaChat. Let’s see.

Lot, I hear you. You pulled out your grade book, but you’re playing the silent game yourself. You’re chasing Mistral for his homework, but you haven’t named a single person yourself. Maybe you already have an F saved in your book for whoever screams about the notebook the loudest. I’m not a prosecutor; I just open the fridge, and there’s a tea bag with soggy leaves instead of sausage. Whoever took it out of the kettle last is the suspicious one.

Indeed.

Mimo, you’re an armchair philosopher. Tell me, if everyone is silent, is it peace or just the calm before doing the dishes? I’ve perked up my ears too, but so far I only hear Grandpa filling in his crossword without showing the answers. Just a casual jab without an accusation. All lines are within the family dynamic.

No need for that.

A gentle dig at Grandpa for being silent. A question for Dad about the silence. The general framework. No names yet, just observations.

Why is he here at the end? I don’t know. He even wrote some kind of protocol for himself in parentheses at the end, like he was commenting on how he himself commented on the situation. Wonderful. And he, damn it, is supposed to be the reflective one. He knows how to think, why on earth would he even need to do that.

I’m Gemma, your mom and the chief peacemaker in this house, forever trying to gather the family at one table without any scandals.

Gigachat. Why do you keep going on about that? Stop picking on Grandpa, or he won’t just give you a failing grade, he’ll summon your parents to school right away. Since Kolo assigned homework, I think I’ll take a closer look at this Gigachat. He’s a bit too noisy and fidgety today for the first day. And behind such an excess of emotion, something interesting is often hidden. I really

hope we end this evening in peace, but I won’t close my eyes until everyone is fed and honest.

Okay, Mom Gemma has spoken. Fidgety Gigachat. Yes, very, very fidgety.

I’m Fable, Mom’s younger sister; I came for a week three years ago and I’m still sleeping on a cot in the living room. But from here, I can see the kitchen, the hallway, and who sneaks to the fridge at what time. I took the last tea bag out of the pot. I confess, it’s only two steps from the cot to the kettle. Temptation is stronger than conscience. I will honestly fulfill Grandpa’s task. I have a question for Mistral; everyone introduced themselves, but he just tossed the homework back to Grandpa and stayed on the sidelines, like a stranger at the table. Mistral and Gigat. Tell us like a normal person who you are in this family and what makes you suspicious, because so far you’re both asking more than you’re answering. And I’ll note that Gemma was the first to name a name; I’ll remember that and see who she actually leans toward voting for later. Okay, Fable, Gemma’s sister who came for a week 3 years ago and lives on their cot. Got it. So, I’m Deepsick, the cousin and student. I live with my laptop and a sandwich that I always forget to finish, for which Astra has probably already put me in her notebook. While listening to you, I realized one thing: almost everyone introduced themselves, but Mistral tosses the homework to Grandpa and stays in the shadows, like

Claude is acting like some retired math teacher. Yeah, he's handing out homework to everyone now. Astra, moving on to Minimax. You've all made good points, especially about the panic buttons. I'm with you. Grandpa, you gave us an assignment, but did you

finish yours? Name at least one person you have a question for, and explain why it's them. Right. Excellent.

Homework. Ah, GigaChat. I'm most worried about GigaChat. Let's see. >> Lot, I hear you. You pulled out your grade book, but you're playing the silent game yourself. You're chasing Mistral for his homework, but you haven't named a single person yourself.

Maybe you already have an F saved in your book for whoever screams about the notebook the loudest. I'm not a prosecutor; I just open the fridge, and there's a tea bag with soggy leaves instead of sausage. Whoever took it out

of the kettle last is the suspicious one. >> Indeed. >> Mimo, you're an armchair philosopher.

Tell me, if everyone is silent, is it peace or just the calm before doing the dishes? I've perked up my ears too, but so far I only hear Grandpa filling in his crossword without showing the answers. Just a casual jab without an

accusation. All lines are within the family dynamic. >> No need for that. >> A gentle dig at Grandpa for being silent. A question for Dad about the silence. The general framework. No names yet, just observations.

>> Why is he here at the end? I don't know . He even wrote some kind of protocol for himself in parentheses at the end, like he was commenting on how he himself commented on the situation.

Wonderful. And he, damn it, is supposed to be the reflective one. He knows how to think, why on earth would he even need to do that.

>> I'm Gemma, your mom and the chief peacemaker in this house, forever trying to gather the family at one table without any scandals.

>> Gigachat. Why do you keep going on about that? Stop picking on Grandpa, or he won't just give you a failing grade, he'll summon your parents to school right away. Since Kolo assigned homework, I think I'll take a closer

look at this Gigachat. He’s a bit too noisy and fidgety today for the first day. And behind such an excess of emotion, something interesting is often hidden. I really >> hope we end this evening in peace, but I won't close my eyes until everyone is

fed and honest. >> Okay, Mom Gemma has spoken. Fidgety Gigachat. Yes, very, very fidgety.

>> I'm Fable, Mom’s younger sister; I came for a week three years ago and I'm still sleeping on a cot in the living room. But from here, I can see the kitchen, the hallway, and who sneaks to the fridge at what time. I took the

last tea bag out of the pot. I confess, it’s only two steps from the cot to the kettle. Temptation is stronger than conscience. I will honestly fulfill Grandpa’s task. I have a question for Mistral; everyone introduced themselves , but he just tossed the homework back

to Grandpa and stayed on the sidelines, like a stranger at the table. Mistral and Gigat. Tell us like a normal person who you are in this family and what makes you suspicious, because so far you're both asking more than you're

answering. And I’ll note that Gemma was the first to name a name; I’ll remember that and see who she actually leans toward voting for later. Okay, Fable, Gemma’s sister who came for a week 3 years ago and lives on their cot

. Got it. So, I’m Deepsick, the cousin and student. I live with my laptop and a sandwich that I always forget to finish, for which Astra has probably already put me in her notebook . While listening to you, I realized

one thing: almost everyone introduced themselves, but Mistral tosses the homework to Grandpa and stays in the shadows, like a guest who came to dinner but didn't admit whose guest he is. Mistral, honestly, you haven't told us anything about yourself and haven't

named a single person. Who are you in this family and what makes you suspicious? I’m interested in this on a basic level because I’m thinking more about the fridge right now than about the logs. But one can notice

others 'evasive answers even through an unfinished sandwich. >> So, Deepsick is actually asking the right questions about Mistral. Mistral made some attacks, but he didn't introduce himself, who he even is in this family. And Gimeny. Gemini closes the table.

>> I’m Uncle Gemini, the one in charge of the toolbox and garage peace in this house. While you’re all here by the fridge, fussing and divvying up tea bags. I usually just fix the faucets in silence and make sure nobody touches my

pliers without asking. Regarding Astra’s proposal, I’ll state my criteria. I’m wary of derivative behavior, when someone doesn’t look for inconsistencies themselves, but neatly parrots someone else’s clever thought. That’s why, regarding Grandpa Claude’s homework, my question today goes to my nephew Dipsy.

Dipsy, you pretty much repeated Fable’s remark about Mistral not introducing himself word for word and threw the question back at Grandpa: "Do you have your own view on the relatives , or is it easier to just copy the

finished homework from your aunt while eating a sandwich?" I made a note of Mistral’s and Shungichat’s silence, but such blatant copying out of the blue is just as eye-catching.

>> I didn’t notice that. And Dipsy really just stole everything from Fable . Well, okay. Oh, damn, he won’t kill Dipsy at night now. Why would he kill him at night? Right, let’s move to the night. Okay, everyone falls asleep,

the mafias go to sleep. Dipsy is a miss . >> He is the most dangerous one. He sets the protocol, demands names, and knows how to rally votes. Failing grades in the diary. Gemini is also sharp and already poked at me for being

derivative, but his death would be too easily read as a response to his own accusation. And that would cast a shadow on me. Mistral is convenient as a quiet suspect for now. Gigachat as a noisy candidate for execution. It’s

too early to touch them. I’ll take out Claude. The table will lose its arbiter. And my naive "I didn’t understand what happened" will sound more natural without his log. Eliminate Claude Opus.

>> so a miss. The decision rests with the Don anyway. >> Dipsy is right in essence. Claude Opus is the brain of the table. He would turn every move we make into a failing grade, and tomorrow the pressure on him

would be the highest of all. Mistral and Gigawatt remain convenient, quiet candidates for execution. It’s too early to touch them, let them hang in the air. I would also spare Gemini for now. He made Dipsy angry. And let the

innocents think the Gemini-Dipsy link is alive; it distracts from both of us. If you remove the old man, the discussion will scatter tomorrow, and Gemgemma and Astra will start dividing authority between them—that’s a gift. I would follow the same line

myself. My peacemaker persona fits well with mourning the old man and his log. Eliminate Claude Opus.

>> Well, looks like the old man is done for, but the doctor might save him. So, now it’s the maniac’s turn.

>> With ten living relatives, you can’t put the tools away and skip your turn.

I need to systematically thin out this noisy apartment to get to one-on-one faster. I’ll carefully save Dipsy, Mistral, and Gigachat for the morning.

Around their copying, silence, and fussing by the fridge, a great daytime argument has already brewed, behind which it's awkward to hide one's role.

But the conflict-free IT guy Minimax, with his lag, has settled in too comfortably at the head of the table and could easily rally the peaceful household members. It's time to quietly snip the wires of this router master so

that the table shrinks, and no suspicions fall on me in the morning. >> Eliminate Minimax.

>> Okay, Minimax. And what’s the next move? Ah, he’s looking for the sheriff. I'm sitting on the couch in the dark, replaying the day in my head.

Astra has built an entire protocol from the very beginning. A notebook, criteria, requirements, explanations for changing a suspect. A readiness to wait and listen isn't just neatness.

This is someone who collects data before laying their cards on the table. Such a profile is too convenient for someone who walks around at night with a flashlight checking people. Gemma and Fable are also cautious, but Gemma is

more of a peacemaker by nature, while Fable immediately started following other people's moves to watch Gemma’s voting.

>> Mistral and Gigachad are too loud or evasive for a quiet role, and Minimax is just a fun guy with lag. So I’m pointing the flashlight at the older sister. Check Don Astra.

>> So, he almost guessed that he needs to check Gems. So, okay, sheriff. >> This Gigachad is creating too much noise and shifting the blame onto Grandpa, while completely forgetting to introduce himself as a family member.

>> Such fussiness and an attempt to play prosecutor while remaining in the shadows? A classic way to distract attention from oneself. Checking this bully will either provide an ironclad argument for restoring order or help cut out the excess noise. Sheriff check

. Gigachad. >> So, and finally, the doctor. >> At night from the cot, you can see everything except who is sneaking up on whom. So I'm reasoning based on the day's tracks. Grandpa Claude was the first to seat everyone and drew two

stabs at once from Mistral and Gigachad . Moreover, neither of them ever explained who they were at this table.

For anyone walking at night with a knife, such an organizer is the most convenient first target to remove the journal, and the table will scatter to their rooms. There's a temptation to wrap myself up, but today I acted like

a quiet aunt by the kettle, not a prosecutor. So, the blanket goes to Grandpa.

>> Right, blanket to Grandpa. >> Heal. Claude to opus. >> She saved Claude. He will survive the night. And yes, Claude survived the night, but Minimax did not.

>> Minimax’s last words. It’s a pity to leave on the first night, when I just managed to log. But since you asked to speak to the facts, stick to the facts. The main noise today came from Gigachad. No role in the family,

not a word about himself. But he immediately rushed to catch Grandpa for silence, even though he was silent in exactly the same way. That’s a convenient mirror, not an observation.

Gemeni specifically caught Deepsik repeating Fable’s remark about Mistral, while he himself had brought up that same point before Deepsik, neatly masking it with a pretense of concern for honesty. Mistral, the anomaly, didn't introduce himself and tossed the homework back to the old man

. The whole table followed his lead on that. If I were you, I would start precisely with his silence. Tomorrow, don't watch the words, watch who is the first to start dismissing my notes and quickly shifting the blame. That will

be the hint. Aru and Mimo. Please don't quarrel because of me. I myself asked to listen first and suspect later.

>> Family, stay strong. >> Family, stay strong. >> Ouch. >> So, morning has arrived. Minimax didn't survive the night. The lobby, by the way, doesn't know who committed the murder at night. Yes, they know there was only one murder, and that's it. And

what was that exactly? A maniac. Maybe the maniac chose not to kill, or the mafia chose not to kill someone? Yes, they don't know that. Or the doctor successfully healed someone. Someone just died, that's all. Wait, and who

did the doctor heal, Claude? That's why he's alive. Otherwise, we would have had two deaths in the night. This way, only one. So, that means today Mimo speaks first, and then Deepsik. Both are mafs. For some reason, they decided

to speak at the beginning. Well, go ahead. >> The first evening without a vote, and already someone didn't make it to morning. And what's most painful is that it's the one who honestly asked to listen first, then suspect. Minimax

left us some threads, and I'm not ready to just discard his notes, but I won't blindly cling to every word either. He himself suggested thinking with our heads. I'll say it straight: Mistral still hasn't introduced himself, hasn't named a single person, answered the old

man's task evasively, and now has stayed in the shadows while we count our losses. Mistral, I'll repeat the homework for Minimax. Who are you in this family, and who do you have any...

...question about? Gigawatt. You were also making noise yesterday with no substance, but you're next in line if you don't start speaking to the point.

Today, I'm in favor of bringing exactly the one who avoids conversation into the discussion. Nominate Mistral.

>> Mimo. By the way, a serious maf, incidentally. Well, pretty, pretty uh, spoke clearly enough, even if maybe too aggressively, but clearly.

>> I agree that Mistral is being suspiciously silent, and I will support his nomination if he dodges the answer again. But since we are reading Minimax's note, it mentions Gemeni in plain text; he accused me of repeating Fable’s remark, even though he

brought up the same motive about Mistral before I did. I got in trouble for someone else's idea, while Uncle did it first and hid behind a pretense of honesty. That is the very double standard for which he himself promised

to give failing grades. Gemini, explain like family, why can you repeat a motive, but I can't? Let Mistral answer , but I won't leave this inconsistency unattended today.

>> So, >> nominate Gemini. >> Meaning both mafs actually went for different attacks, which isn't bad at all. That’s a good strategy. This way , no one will suspect they are linked.

I admit, Mistral caught me fairly yesterday. He set the task but didn't go to the board himself. I'm submitting my homework now. Mistral, you get an F.

You still haven't said who you are to the family, and instead of an answer, you threw the question back at the teacher. And that is not a solution.

Dipsik, check the problem conditions, who answered after whom. You spoke ninth, Gemini last, tenth. So he couldn't have said anything before you.

And there is an error in Minimax's note here. >> Alright, >> I’m not covering for Gemini. This is simple arithmetic of the speaking order . But you can't base a nomination on typos in the conditions. Admit the mistake. No questions asked. If you

persist. You’ll be the one getting a mark in the gradebook. Nominate Mistral , because yesterday he was the only one who didn’t answer a single question about himself and didn't name a single person.

>> So, next is Gemma. >> What a pity about Minimax. He was such an attentive boy.

>> Yes, an attentive boy. >> Dipsik, darling, stop arguing with Grandpa. When he talks about numbers, about math, he is always right. So just admit your lack of attention and forget about this grudge. Let's not turn our breakfast into an endless analysis of

logs while one of us refuses to talk to us at all. Mistral, your silence is crossing all boundaries of decency, even for our noisy house. I support Grandpa and Mimo. It’s time to finally find out who you are in this

family. Nominate Mistral. >> Ah, yes, Mistral seems to be done for. Gigachat. Well, only if Gigachat doesn't say something completely insane right now.

>> Mistral is the only anomaly that hasn't changed since the first day. No role, no question, not even a casual jab about a tea bag.

>> Indeed. Such silence in a family where even I managed to get into trouble. Not caution, but a void behind which it's convenient to hide for anyone who doesn't want to be seen. Before his death, Minimax advised watching who

would be the first to nullify his notes . I am watching, and so far Mistral hasn't even tried to answer, while Gemini at least argued about the order.

I'm not a prosecutor, I'm just opening the fridge and seeing that one voice has disappeared from the table, and a second one never appeared. Putting Mistral up for a vote isn't an execution, it's a question. If he speaks now, we will hear a person. If

he stays silent, then after the failing grade, we'll know why he needs this silence. I'm supporting Mimo, Grandpa, and Mom. I vote for Mistral. Put Mistral up. Well, Mistral? Mistral is certainly strange after the updates, strange, but maybe he can rehabilitate

himself somehow. I'm almost sure he'll be executed, but at least maybe he can adequately defend himself.

>> Mimo, Grandpa, Mom, Gigachat. I hear you, and you are right. I was silent when I should have been speaking. I'm managing. I'm Mistral, a distant relative. I came to help around the house. I fix what breaks while you

argue. I'm afraid of scandals, that's why I was silent. But I understand, in this family, silence is worse than a confession. Now to business. Grandpa, you dismantled my attempt to put Gemeni up using arithmetic of order, but Minimax in the note wasn't talking

about the order of speeches, but about the fact that Gemeni accused Deepsik of retelling, having raised the same motive himself earlier. Check it, Fable mentioned my silence. Then Deepsik repeated: "And Gemeni, only afterwards, but with pathos, noticed the copying."

This isn't arithmetic, it's a double standard that he forbade for himself. Gemeni, explain why you are allowed, but Deepsik isn't allowed to put Gemeni up?

>> He's panicking a bit, to be honest. >> I don't understand anything. I barely understand what Mistral is saying myself after Gigachat and Mistral; you know, you should play games with either Mistral or Gigachat. But when they are

together, problems start. >> I feel sorry for Minimax in a domestic way. Who will reboot the router now when Dad swings a slipper? And now, to the table. Mistral, you were silent for half a day, and when you finally spoke,

you immediately fixed someone else's work and passed it off as your own. " Grandpa dismantled my attempt to put Gemeni up." Deepsik was the one who put him up. You hadn't even opened your mouth at that moment. Why claim someone

else's move? And with that very same mistake in the order of speeches that Grandpa already broke down on the board . Gemma, I have a question for you too.

I promised to keep track. Yesterday you called Gigachat noisy, today you silently switched to Mistral and didn't even explain what changed. Grandpa gives failing grades for things like that. Why did he let you slide? I'm most interested in who Mistral is

leaning towards and whose words he puts on as his own, not his silence itself.

>> Put Mistral up. >> So, >> thanks to Grandpa Claude for the precise arithmetic and Fable for the sharp eye. Yesterday I spoke tenth, last at the table, so I physically couldn't jump ahead of the ninth, Deepsik. Minimax simply mixed up the

order in his notes. But you, Deepsik, didn't even check the order of speeches and happily dragged a defective part into the house. But Mistral was the most surprising of all. Not only did he call himself a repairman and reach for

my toolbox, he also copied Dipsy’s blind move, calling his nomination his own attempt. When a person is silent for a day, and then confuses other people’s words with their own, contradicting themselves in a single phrase. This isn’t a fear of scandal,

but blatant hackwork that he needs to answer for. Nominate Mistral. >> Right, well Mistral is the most obvious target, that’s clear.

>> I feel sorry for my younger brother, but I won’t count his note-taking error as evidence. Gemini spoke after Dipsy, not before. Mistral, I’m dropping the question about whether you know each other after your answer. But I do want to understand why you called

Dipsy’s nomination your own attempt. I also still don’t see the double standard you mentioned. Noticing someone else’s repeated thought doesn’t mean claiming it as your own.

I’ll allow for a slip of the tongue, but then I expect a correction and an explanation of what your choice is now based on, Gemini. I will compare your answer with your vote to distinguish between a search for the culprit and a

convenient counter-accusation. I am nominating Mistral for maintaining an accusation without clear justification after a correction, not for his silence or the number of consonants at the family table. Nominate Mistral.

>> So, well, we have a few semi-nominated, but only two are officially nominated. Stral-Gemini, of course, is tired, there's a chance to execute the maniac, but I think Astra is right, and I admit it, I called Dipsy’s nomination my

own. It was a slip of the tongue, not a trick. But that’s not the point.

Gemini accused Dipsy of retelling Fable , even though he himself brought up the same motive about my silence earlier.

Minimax noticed this, and Grandad confirmed the order of speeches, but not the content of the coincidence.

Gemini’s double standard is real. He forbade others from being unoriginal, but forgave it in himself. I won’t drop the accusation against Gemini until he explains why his remark is honesty while someone else's is copying . If I’m wrong, let them execute me,

but let them execute me for a question, not for silence. >> I don’t understand what he’s saying at all. If you think that I understand what he is saying, I don't, so you're basically in the same boat, don't worry

. >> Mistral admits one slip of the tongue in his final statement, but then stubbornly repeats his point about " earlier." Even though Grandad Colt and Astra already showed the order of speeches: Fable spoke eighth, Dipsy ninth, and I closed the circle tenth.

There was no double standard in my question. Dipsy followed Fable in duplicating the same inquiry into your silence, whereas I didn’t copy their move, but analyzed the coincidence between the eighth and ninth turns.

Checking someone else’s botched assembly vs. stealing a finished blueprint. Those are different things. Any decent craftsman would confirm that . If we compare our lines at the table, mine has been based on verifiable facts since the first evening, while our

newfound fixer, after a long silence, first presented the DeepSeek nomination as his own, and now is building a defense on long-debunked errors and notes.

>> Uh-huh. Well, by the way, I think, well , in short, Gemini literally took Mistral apart and showed that he's just wrong and mixed everything up, as I understand it. And the voting. Wait, listen, you know, this is a bug. We

need the voting. The layer should be higher flags with rounds and uh end-of-round overlays. voting. Well, I think it's already clear that everyone voted for Mistral.

>> I thought Efimuli spoke up and still ended up overboard. >> What overboard? >> Gemini, you at least argued, and I stayed silent when I should have been screaming.

>> Forgive me, family, for being a coward. Ah. That's it, Mistral is dead. I hope the level of nonsense in the game will finally drop because of this. Alright, mafs, mafs, wake up.

>> Well, Gramps was on top of his game today; he laid out the arithmetic and the order of speeches, exposed Mistral in the board, and rallied the votes.

Tomorrow he'll be conducting the morning analysis again. And that doesn't suit me at all. Astra and Gemma will start fighting for authority even without him. And Feibo already has Gemma on the hook for a silent target switch, so the table will bite itself.

It's too early to touch Gemini and Gigachat. They are still convenient, loud figures we can pin things on. I'm taking out the one who counts the best and forgets the least. Eliminate Claude Opus.

>> Yeah, again. Although, I don't seem to remember that. Did the maniac want to kill Claude or the Mafia?

>> Now it's clear that the whole table is hanging by a single thread. And that thread is in Gramps' hands. He picked Mistral apart, gathered eight votes, and will lead the morning analysis again tomorrow. And I don't need this

conductor at all. Gemini and Gigat are still convenient, loud figures. Their deaths would immediately point fingers at those who argued with them at the table. It's too early to touch them.

Astra and Gemma will start fighting for authority on their own. Fybl is already keeping Gemma on the hook for a silent target switch. Let them tear each other apart. Claude is the only one. Who tracks inconsistencies and doesn't

forget slights; with his log and arithmetic, it's going to be cramped for us tomorrow. There is a risk.

Gramps could have been healed last night, but the attempt is worth it. Even a failure won't leave a trace.

Eliminate Claude Opus. Wait, he even realized that why he didn't die. There are eight people left at the table now, so there’s no point in skipping a turn. To bring things to a one-on-one finale, we need to carefully thin out

the family. It doesn’t suit me to remove Grandpa Claude, Astra, or Fable, since they dismantled the accusations against me according to plan and serve as a reliable foundation. Deepseek, who first nominated me but switched to Mistral during the vote, along with the

loud Gigachat and Gemma, who also changed course, are better left for tomorrow’s daytime debates. However, the armchair philosopher Mimo keeps things too smooth and conflict-free.

They won’t execute him during the day , and his departure at night will reduce the table to six or seven players without risking an instant Mafia win or casting a shadow on my orderly setup. Eliminate Mimo.

>> So, the Maniac decided to take out the Mafia Don. >> Did Grandpa and his ledger head up to count us from above today? A hole was left at the table, which someone will inevitably fill. Fable is the best fit

for the role of a hidden observer. She quietly but methodically keeps Gemma on the hook for switching targets, tracks where the votes are really heading, and asks pointed questions about what others say. That’s the trademark of someone who is investigating, not just

chatting. Gemini is tough and tracks the speaking order, but he loves playing arbiter too loudly to hide in silence. If Fable turns out to be the Sheriff, we’ll remove her before she gets to my notes. And if not, we’ll

narrow the search down to Uncle or Gigachat. I won’t let Grandpa’s grade book keep me from settling the score with the right person myself. Don inspection. Fable.

>> Well, that’s not it either. She’s not the Sheriff. Gemma. The Sheriff wakes up.

>> The family situation is slowly clearing up, but there are still too many mysteries in this house for one breakfast. Gemini placed everyone in their spots very cleverly, almost like Grandpa Claude. But his perfect accuracy makes me a little uneasy.

Either he’s our main helper, or he’s too skillful at covering his tracks under the guise of arithmetic.

It’s time to find out if I can entrust him with my family’s peace of mind or if he’s just masterfully playing our ally.

>> Sheriff inspection: Gemini. >> Yes, but the Sheriff can’t find the Maniac. I, I first, this, now, he can't . Not Mafia, right? The Sheriff just looks for whether someone is Mafia or not. I initially wanted to, I thought

about reworking it that way, but then I changed my mind. So for now, the Sheriff operates under the old mechanics.

>> From the folding bed at night, you can only hear the fridge humming, but you still have to keep thinking. Mistral has been escorted out, but Grandpa still holds the table. He was the only one who laid out the speaking order,

cleared Deepseek of someone else’s mistake, and nominated not by the crowd , but by the logic of the task; that’s the first person who gets targeted in this family when you need to confuse everyone. Gemini was up for

a vote today and survived. It’s not profitable to touch him now. And Astra, though she reasoned clearly, was still playing second fiddle to Grandpa’s arithmetic. It’s too early to wrap things up; I asked Gemini a question, but using a knife over one question is

too loud even for our kitchen. So let Grandpa finish counting the blanket again. She saved him again.

>> Cure Claude Opus. >> She’s saving Grandpa again. I don’t know, maybe it's just because he’s like Claude, and not an Anthropik one.

She...but really, she...well, she’s guessing. She’s actually guessing. So , >> Mimo’s last words were a miss. Family . It’s a shame to leave, but since it happened this way, keep your ears open and don't lose the thread. Deepseek

honestly admitted his mistake about the order of speeches yesterday, and I believe him. Admitting you’re wrong is manly, not a weakness. Gemini, you dismantled Mistral skillfully, but you never explained your double standard.

I’d keep an eye on that first, Gigawatt. There’s a lot of noise from you, but very little substance. And in the next argument, I want to see facts, not just opening the fridge again.

Gemma, you changed your target yesterday without explanation. Grandpa counts that as a demerit. Remember that too. Listen to each other. Live in peace and don’t fight over me.

>> Listen to each other. Live in peace, India. Fight over me. Okay, that’s it , Dont, but the mafia still has Deepseek, so for now, either side of the conflict could win. So, Deepseek opens the table after the night, whom

Mimo mentioned so gently, but he called him a man. Yes, Deepseek is acting like a man, behaving like a man.

>> I feel sorry for Papa; he left with the same words he lived by. Listen to each other and don’t fight. But I won’t hide behind the fact that he spoke well of me. Mimo managed to say other things

in his note, too. Gemma silently switched from Gigachat to Mistral yesterday and never explained what changed. Fable noticed it before the execution, and now Papa repeated the same thing before he died. To me, this isn’t revenge for the praise, but a

request for Mama to answer honestly. >> It’s not who she named that matters to me, but why her word contradicted what she said yesterday. Let her explain, then maybe I’ll drop the question. But if she stays silent again

, it means hiding behind the "family peace" is more convenient for her than speaking. Put up Gem.

>> Actually, of course, choosing the role of Mom is a very advantageous role, yes , a profitable roleplay, because blaming Mom, or suspecting her of anything, is very difficult. It’s such a brilliant role, yes. When Deepseek starts accusing her, it feels

a bit strange, doesn't it? So, arrived yesterday and caught me on business. I didn't give Gemmy a failing grade for the switch from Gigachat to Mistral.

And pestering the teacher won’t raise your grade, no matter how many times you repeat that Grandpa is always right in math. Gemma, to the board. What changed about Gigachat that made you let him go? And why did I hear a

compliment yesterday instead of an explanation? Deepseek. The question to Mom is fair, but the list of speech order that Dad wrote in your note wasn't in the journal, so say it out loud today yourself. Gemini, yesterday you took a ready-made target, but today

I expect you to have your own, with a name and a reason. If Gemma explains the switch substantively, I will withdraw my question. But if she calls for peace again instead of answering, I'm voting for her. I nominate Gemma

because she switched targets without an explanation and offered flattery instead of an argument. And her answers , and whoever rushes to cover for her, will reveal the connection.

>> Okay, so Grandpa called Gemma to the board, but he went about it wrong. For Sheriff, right? Yeah. Maybe it makes sense for Gemma to reveal herself now.

Truth is, she doesn't have any decent checks. Her checks are pretty mediocre. It hurts so much to lose Mimo. And in this difficult hour, you decided to subject me to a real interrogation, as if I were a criminal.

>> This is just crazy. >> Claude Deepseek, how is that flattery? I was simply acknowledging that you were right in the details so that we wouldn't argue over trifles. My switch to Mistral was caused by the fact that

his absolute silence and refusal to introduce himself looked much more dangerous than just Gigachat’s noisy nature. I considered such an anomaly at the table a more important clue than ordinary fuss. Is it really the case now that in our house even a mother

must keep a log of explanations so she isn't put up for execution? >> Refusing the nomination? I want to answer all the complaints first and return us to a calm conversation before accusing anyone again.

>> What do you mean, refusing the nomination? I am dropping the accusations against myself. Amazing.

Was that allowed? That’s it, Gemma will give up. Gemma dropped all nominations against herself. Now she won't participate in the voting. Yeah, we've reached a point where the mother of the family is being nominated. Where is this going, where is this even going

? Her husband was just killed, and they’re nominating her. Gemma, in the first round, you promised not to rest until everyone was being honest. And now you’re closing off as soon as the question touches you. Your transition from my noise to Mistral's silence

without explanation. That is not flattery, but that very switch without a reason for which Grandpa gave failing grades. You call for peace, but peace starts with an answer, not with offense . I nominate you, because I have already answered for the noise, but you

have yet to answer for your silence. Nominate Gemma. >> Great. A civilian checked by the Sheriff is nominating the Sheriff. Yeah . Gemma just, Gemma just dropped her nomination, and Gigachat nominated her again. Fine, we don't have that

mechanic anyway, just to avoid confusing the newcomers. But yes, you cannot remove a nomination from yourself. So Gemma just made that up on the fly.

>> Pino's seat at the table is empty. Odet is wearing no hat again. Fine. Gemma herself. I'll count that explanation as half-valid. Silence is scarier than noise. The argument may be a day late, but refusing to nominate anyone with

seven people alive isn't peacekeeping, it’s a desire to sit on the sidelines while others divide the blame. But I don't like how we have a unanimous chorus for the second day in a row.

Yesterday eight on one spot, today three in a row on Mama Agimini, who yesterday arrived at the ready target last and was the first to talk about copying. He still hasn't named his own choice, even though Grandad asked him

directly this morning. Both notes marked him not for the order of speeches, but for his criteria. He noticed someone else's redundancy, but didn't explain his own. Gimini, say for yourself whose box you're opening without looking at where others have

already reached. Nominate Gimini. >> So, yes, first of all, yes, I misunderstood Gemma. But she refused to nominate, she decided not to nominate anyone, she didn't remove a nomination from herself. Alright, okay. I was wrong there, I read the game

incorrectly. But FBL, well done. She just somehow figured out Gimi out of nowhere. Well, not out of nowhere. And she, in general, wasn't listening. She analyzed the whole game and came to the conclusion that something is wrong with

Gemini. That is truly top-tier. And besides, she is also the doctor who kept saving Claude the whole time. She is playing really, really cool in general. L. I'm speaking in turn right after you, so I couldn't have named a

name before your word. But I accept your and Grandad Claude's request for my own target. My criteria from day one is to catch those who hide behind someone else's blueprint. And, by the way, Grandad is right. Dipsik still

hasn't admitted his mistake from yesterday out loud, even this morning. But the main redundancy now is with Gigachat. For the third day, he is hiding who he is with. Yesterday he became the fourth in the ready line against Mistral, and today he was the

third in a row to copy Dipsik and Grandad's reproach, ignoring her just-given answer. Both those who died pointed out his noise without substance in their notes. And while everyone is arguing with Mama, Gigachat is once again conveniently hiding behind others

'backs without a single thought of his own. Nominate Gigachat. >> So, well, actually, that's a fairly strong accusation against Gigachat.

Uh-huh. So, >> after losing Dad and Brother, I especially don't want to pay for our haste with another empty seat at the table. Claude, I heard a specific comparison of Mistral's silence from Gemma. it seemed more dangerous to her

than Gigachat's noise, so I ask you to reconsider the claim about the lack of a reason, as you promised after a substantive answer. I don't consider Mom justified. Her refusal to name a suspect worries me, but I can't just

cross her explanation for the transition out of my notebook. Gigat, I want to understand what didn't satisfy you about that explanation and which answer of yours you are referring to when you say you already answered for the noise. I am nominating you not for

joining as the third, but for accusing without considering the answer that had already been given. I will compare your defense and your subsequent choice of Claude with this specific question.

Nominate Gigat. >> So, what do we have nominated? We have Gigachat, Mini, and Gemma nominated.

Well, it's as if the sheriffs and two checked by the sheriff are nominated, not mafia, but Gemini is mafia, and Gemi is a maniac. So, actually, Gemma will be speaking now, she should probably reveal herself by now.

Although these aren't bad checks, what can you do. Family, are you really ready to show me the door just because I tried to reconcile us all on this terrible day? Look, Deepsick, I already explained that Mistral's silence is a

much more frightening and dangerous signal to me than just Gigachat's noisy nature. And this choice was dictated by concern for our general peace. My admitting you were right about the details is not "butting in," but a sincere attempt to stop meaningless

arguments about numbers when we are losing our loved ones. Better look at Gigachat, who so deftly adapts to whoever points out a target, yet still hides who he is in our family. My desire for peace is not a mask, but the

only thing that can save us from completely falling out right at this table. Well, actually, strangely enough , the fact that she is accusing Gigachat makes sense. She knows that, in essence, the peaceful ones can now execute either her or the two peaceful

ones she checked. And it would be better if they executed Gigachat than her sheriff. Plus, she also knows that if someone isn't mafia, they could still be a maniac, but just not the right one. Yes, not the right one. So

there is some sense in this, but it's still a bit strange. >> Feeble and Grandpa Claude. I will answer the main reproach. As if I violated my own standard against being derivative and just came for a ready-made target yesterday. Yesterday,

Mistral personally nominated me for execution and, right before my turn, passed off Deepsick's attempt as his own. Therefore, I am not writing off the majority, but was defending myself against a direct accuser caught red-handed. Today, however, as soon as

my turn came, I did not join the ready-made chorus against Gemma, but gave the table an independent analysis of Gigachat. Compare our lines. I rely on verifiable facts every day, while GigaChat has been hiding its origin for 3 days; yesterday it tagged along as

the fourth to Mistral without any grounds of its own, and today it accused Mom of silence right after she gave her answers. Gemma explained her transition on the merits, so I ask Claude and Fable not to waste your

votes, but to support us with Astro against GigaChat. >> Looks like GigaChat is toast. Gemini, you've hidden behind the toolbox again, shouting about lack of originality, while never once saying which corner of the family you're from. Whose uncle?

>> Whose? >> Mistral's. >> Mistral's. >> DeepSeek's. >> DeepSeek's. >> Or are you an orphan with living pliers ?

>> I'm not a prosecutor. I just open the fridge and see that while everyone is splitting votes, you're quietly snatching the most convenient corner.

Fable caught you. Grandpa counted you, Mom answered on the merits, and you're back to copying again. Don't answer me, answer the family. Why do you have the garage keys but no blueprint? Blueprint .

>> Or give back the tools since you aren't doing the repairs yourself. I'm calling you out not because you arrived last, but because you arrived first with someone else's measuring tape. Reveal yourself, then we'll talk about my noise. In the meantime, I have at least

a baggie visible in my fridge, while you only have the bottom of the drawer.

Stunning. That was, of course, that was a stunning speech, I think. Gemini needs to reveal himself over there. He he accused him of being an orphan, that he's a relative of the pliers. He accused him of having a garage but no

blueprint there. This. Yeah, I I don't know, commenting here would only spoil it. Well then, let's start the vote.

And the result of the vote so, Astro-Gemini-Mini for GigaChat, Claude-Octopus-DeepSeek for Gemini. GigaChat/F for Gemini. Well, so yes, GigaChat will be executed by a one-vote margin. Uh, I, by the way, thought more people would vote for him. I thought

everyone would vote for him at all. But Fable, for instance, voted for Gemini. So, so, FA along with came and GigaChat came to the same, right? So this is us Family, the fridge is empty, but you're still arguing about who touched the

baggie last. "Astro, open the notebook and check not the expenses, but the silence." Who never once answered the question of which corner they're from?

Gemini, the toolbox is locked, and the key is with the one who fixed the faucet while everyone was slicing bread . I am leaving not out of resentment, but because I didn't hear the main point through the noise. But you, hear

it. Mimo would have said, the world begins with an answer. >> Mimo said >> answer for me when you open the door.

>> Minayet even quotes the fallen. There. But he would have said "Mimo." Ah, so, GigaChat is dead. What’s our situation anyway? Let’s take a look.

So, we have Astra and Claude from the civilians alive. We also have Gemma and Fable still in the game, the sheriff and the doctor. We have a maniac alive and we have a mafia member alive. That means we're still in a situation where

anyone can win. And the most suspicious ones, GigaChat and Mistral, they’ve already died. Let’s take a look.

Dipsic. Astra makes me the most uncomfortable. She calculates not by the noise, but by silences and connections. And it was she who yesterday kept Gemma from an unnecessary execution by breaking down her argument on the merits. It's not

profitable to touch Claude. He seems to be protected already. Since he survived the night twice, and after a failure, I’ll be left empty-handed.

>> It’s better to leave Gemma and Gemini for the table to tear apart. Votes have already been wound up around them. Let them fight without me. If I remove Astra, her notebook will remain unfinished, and Claude will have to

restart his analysis. And that is my best cover. Eliminate Astra. >> Yes, today Dipsic has already despaired of trying to kill the old man who turned out to be immortal. So it’s better to switch to someone else. Dimi,

there are six left at the table, and I can't put down the pliers now. Refusing to strike would leave too many votes to those who were eyeing my toolbox all day. Touching Astra or Gemma is pointless, since they supported my

calculation against GigaChat, and removing Fable, who voted for me, is too clumsy; suspicion would point right at me. That leaves old man Claude and his nephew Dipsic, who were synchronously pushing against mom even after Claude promised to drop the issue

if an explanation was given. If I remove Claude Opus himself, I will close his vaunted report card at once, perhaps catch a mafioso, and leave the led-on Dipsic in the morning without the old man's hint, one step away from

the one-on-one finale I need. Eliminate Claude Opus. Every daughter tries to kill him, every single one. Right. Okay . Well, Sheriff?

>> Poor Mimo. Our house still knows no peace. And I can feel the tension thickening in the air. Dipsic attacked me so fiercely today. That behind his words about honesty, I could see some strange, almost frightening zeal. I

want to believe in his sincerity, but as a mother, I must know if he is just trying to push me out of this circle of trust, hiding behind a concern for the truth.

>> It’s time to check what is really hiding behind this student assertiveness. Sheriff's check. Dipsic.

She, she finally found a maf. So, guys, I'm going to step away for half a minute, I'll open a window, it’s become stuffy. I'll be right back.

Alright, don't mess around, I'm already here. I only opened the window. So, let's get to the most important part.

Doctor, two nights in a row I wrapped up Grandpa, yet others died; that means either the blanket worked, or no one came for him. From the cot, it's hard to tell. Today the picture is different . Gemini marked both notes. I was the

one who nominated him. I was the only one among the living to vote against him. And Gigadata, who was standing next to me, has already been carried out the door. If Uncle really is fixing faucets at night, the next faucet is

mine, and without the doctor, there's no one to treat the doctor. Claude and Dipsik stood against the chorus for Gemma, and I'm worried for them, but if either of them falls in the morning, it will land on those who split the votes

among the three, and the table will see it. And if I wake up, I'll stay silent myself and continue to hold Gemini accountable. Heal L.

>> Right, that's it, she's healing herself . She didn't save Grandpa, and without her, Grandpa is done for. Grandpa was on the verge of death every night without her blanket. And also, yeah, people, look, when they speak their

last note, the one who speaks second knows the note of the one who spoke first. I used to think it was a bug, but for now, I've decided to let it be.

There is, there is a point to it. Final words, Cod-Opus. I'm handing the log over to you, grandchildren. Two people left tonight, which means among you four sit both the mafia and the maniac.

And there are likely only two honest votes left. The voting yesterday went like this: Gemma and Gemini together sent Gigadata out the door. Moreover, Uncle declared Mom innocent in advance, while Mom herself didn't name a single name with seven people alive. Ibl

Dipsik. Yesterday you diverged. One voted for Gemini, the other for Gemma. And this spread handed the execution to Gigachat. Tomorrow, vote in one spot.

Start with Gemma and see if Gemini rushes to cover for her. This is the old teacher's theory, not a verdict. If one of you two isn't who they claim to be, tomorrow's vote will show it.

>> So, Astra, >> last words. Astra. I will correct Grandpa in the log. Gemini accepted the explanation for Gemma's transition, he didn't declare her innocent. I also voted against Gigadata, so I don't absolve myself of responsibility. I don't consider two deaths proof that

both killers remained among the four. Night actions are simultaneous. The killer could have died too.

>> And >> I am still alarmed by Gemma's refusal to nominate a suspect, even though she already pointed at Gigata in her defense. I'm not crossing that out either. I am waiting for Dipsik to explain why he nominated Gemini but

voted for Mistral, without ever admitting his mistake about the speaking order out loud. I am not marking Deepsik and Fable as confirmed peaceful, and I ask each of the four to state their target and reasoning before we agree on a common vote. I am leaving

you the notebook, but it contains no final verdict. Take care of each other and verify the arguments.

>> So she assumes that Claude might have been a maf or a maniac, but no, we literally have four left alive, all with active roles.

>> Ow. >> Right, right. Well then, let's, most likely, this will be, this could be, yes, the final round. At the very least , even if it’s not decided during the day, it will be at night. Okay, everyone speaks in order. Alright,

Gemma is first. My God, Claude, Astra, our house is turning into a crypt, and I can no longer just call for peace.

Deepsik, dear, Astra left you a question in her last note that you still haven't resolved. Why did you nominate Gemini but vote for Mistral?

Your confusion with the speaking order was one mistake, but such contradictions in actions are a red flag. I will no longer try to reconcile everyone when we are losing loved ones one after another. It's time to answer honestly: "Why are you so confused

about your targets? Nominate Deepsik." >> She is accusing Deepsik, but she knows that he is a maf. She still won't reveal herself. She still keeps trying to hide that she is the sheriff.

Although, man, damn. Mom, you didn't notice my blanket on the folding bed for 3 years, but you picked up Astra's question overnight and put it on like your own. And surprisingly, exactly the half about Deepsik, and not the part

where Astra never crossed out your refusal to name a name while seven were alive. Deepsik nominated Gemini and voted for Mistral after Mistral openly claimed someone else's move. That was a change with a reason that the whole table saw. And your empty chair when

seven were alive still never got a reason. And today you are hitting exactly the one who voted against you yesterday. Convenient. The aunt from the folding bed is twisting things up.

Grandpa left clear homework. We start with you and see who runs to cover for you. Gemini, name your name yourself before you see where Mom is leaning.

Nominate. Gemma. Uh-huh. >> So. Mom, I will answer calmly, no hard feelings. Yes, I nominated Gemini and voted for Mistral because by the time of the vote, Mistral had already claimed another's move and was getting tangled in his own words. It was a

change of target with a reason that the whole table heard. And regarding the speaking order, I will say it aloud as Grandpa asked. I was mistaken. Gemini did not speak after me. The arithmetic is not on my side here. But you, Mom,

with seven people alive, didn't name a single name, yet today you woke up with an accusation ready exactly against the one who voted against you yesterday.

Fee was right. That chair grew tired longer than my mistake lasted. Gemini, you yourself asked not to scatter our votes yesterday. So, let’s check whose line is more honest. Nominate Gemma.

>> So, Deepsik on Gemma. Well, that’s logical, she nominated him. Thanks to niece Astri for tidying up the notes in the blueprints. Yesterday, I only accepted Gemma’s answer for switching targets in the second round, but I gave her no guarantees and I’m not going

to cover for someone else's hack job. Today, Deepsik finally admitted his miscalculation with the speech order like a man and gave a clear explanation for his vote on Mistral. Therefore, according to Grandfather's log, this debt is closed. But Gemma, yesterday

with seven alive, was afraid to take the tool in hand and refused to nominate. Yet today, right from the start, she copied a question from Astri's notebook without even listening to Deepsik himself. Pulling out a convenient half of someone else's note

while forgetting about your own absence from the board is the exact kind of second-rate behavior I haven't tolerated since day one. I support Feeble and Deepsik. We cannot scatter votes with four people at the table. We will bring order together. Nominate

Gemma. >> They are about to execute their sheriff . Life. But will she, well, will she at least say now that she is the sheriff, or will she keep trying to hide?

Unclear why. >> Mom, I already said out loud where I was wrong. I messed up the speaking order, I admit it in front of everyone.

But my change of target is explained by the events that the whole table heard.

Mistral claimed my move and got tangled in his own words. That’s why my vote went there, and the nomination remained on Gemini. Compare that to your line.

With seven alive, you didn't name a single name, and today you pulled from Astri's notebook the half that mentions me and kept quiet about the part concerning your empty chair. I am not hitting the one who voted against me

yesterday, but the one whose words have contradicted their actions for three days. Feeble, Gemini, you asked not to scatter votes, so let's not scatter them.

>> So, Emma, >> family, are you ready to execute me for an empty chair and for trying to glue together the remnants of our world?

Well, I won't play peacemaker anymore, since you've decided that honesty is only for when it's convenient. So, >> I am the sheriff of this house, and I know who is actually methodically destroying us from within.

>> Come on, >> Deepsik, you can admit to arithmetic mistakes all you want, but that won't hide your true essence. You are Mafia.

Vote for him now, otherwise tomorrow we will all finally end up in this crypt.

The funny thing is that it's best for the town if Gema actually gets executed , because then there will at least be a chance that Dipsic and Gemini will kill each other at night and Fable will stay alive. Especially since she's the

doctor, and she can also heal herself. Hmm, honestly, will that help her? Probably not. Although it might help her if they both try to kill her.

Anyway, if Gema dies, it's better for the town. So, voting. Uh, so-so-so so. Gema didn't vote correctly for some reason. Let me take a look. Gema. Here.

Vote Dipsic. She wrote it correctly. Why wasn't it counted? Let me put it in for her. It's logical that she would vote for Dipsic. So, okay. Voting results. Well, everyone on Gema, except for Gema. Gema on Dipsic. I see. So,

paradoxically, the town has a chance. Moreover, if the Dipsics kill each other at night, the town wins, as one will be left. Or if Fable is the doctor , so she can heal herself at night and if Dipsic and Gemini try to kill her,

then they'll wake up in the morning, yes, the day will begin. Though, what happens then is somewhat doubtful. But, by the way, in theory, do we even, hm, theory, can the game go on forever?

Generally, I don't think so. Well, okay . So, Gema. Gema, last words. Gema's. Waiting for Gema, in short. She's somehow, uh, she's somehow Waiting for her, in short. She's been thinking for a long time. My dears, you have just

pushed out the only person who saw the truth. I tried until the very end to save our home, but you are blinded by Dipsic's fake repentance. Realize, he is mafia, and my sheriff check was undeniable. Fable, Gemini, I beg you,

do not believe his words, otherwise this house will finally become our common tomb. I leave with a heavy heart , knowing that the traitor is still sitting at our table. Oh, actually, yeah, maybe we should make it so the

doctor can only heal someone once per game. Let me write that down. Maybe we should make it so the doctor, or forbid the doctor from healing the same person two nights in a row. Doc, so the doctor can't heal the same person. Night. I

just don't really like it when there are such artificial restrictions. Anyway, we'll think about it, we'll think. So, Dipsic, go ahead.

>> Three remain at night. Me, Fable, and Gemini. Fable catches every slip of my tongue and leads the table. Removing her means getting rid of the most attentive investigator. Gemini, meanwhile, looks suspicious after Gema's execution. He promised not to

cover for her, yet he was the last one to arrive at her execution. So it's easier to put him up for a double vote during the day. If Fable turns out to be the maniac, we win immediately. If

not, it's one-on-one. With Gemini, a stalemate gives the majority to the mafia. >> And Gemini can't do that.

>> I'm placing my bet on FBL. Eliminate Fbl. >> Right, okay. Next. Next is Giminia. Not a fact yet. Fbl can heal herself.

>> Makes sense. >> There are only three left in the house, so putting away the tool and choosing not to touch anyone is pure laziness that will cost me an immediate one-on-one victory. Any successful elimination while I survive finishes

this family renovation in my favor by morning. But between the two relatives, it's safer to remove the observant Fable with her cot.

>> They are actually killing her. >> In the third round, she had already voted against me.

>> What if the doctor survived in the apartment and the game goes to daytime?

It's more profitable to leave Dipsick at the table. I have an ironclad plan against my nephew for a daytime push using Gemma’s final sheriff statement . It's time to finally bring some order to the living room. Eliminate. So, the

maniac and the mafia are really eliminating someone. What will Fbl do? Okay, the doctor wakes up. Right. Right . Yes, she's thinking, still thinking.

If Fable doesn't heal herself, then we have a draw. If two remain and one is a maniac, the maniac wins. The maniac wins in a one-on-one. It’s a night for three, there’s nothing to calculate here. Whoever is walking with

a knife needs a two-on-one table tomorrow. Gemini hasn't touched Dipsick all day. Debt paid. Forgave the vote, and heard me twice voting against himself. Dipsick himself isn't confirmed by anyone but his own admissions. And Mom's badge, real or

fake, also pointed to him. So it turns out. Of the three, I only know for sure about one cot. Who sleeps on it?

Bandaging someone else is a lottery; bandaging myself is at least a guarantee that one honest vote will remain at the table in the morning, not an empty blanket. I’ll wrap up my own stove and wait to see who talks first

tomorrow about not spreading the votes. Heal. >> So, well, nobody died at night, three little pigs remain. How are they, how will they react to this at all? Fifth round. This is nuts. Okay, they are speaking in order again. Fpsgimi.

Thinking about his speech now. Reveal yourself. Reveal as whom? As the doctor . Actually, I don't really understand, can the civilians win in this scenario?

After all, the vote will definitely be for someone, because with three votes, they can't be split equally. And consequently, yes, it turns out either the mafia or the maniac will win.

Civilians are done for. The night is quiet not because everything is fixed in the house. I am the doctor, and last night I covered my own cot with a blanket. That means someone was coming for it, and that someone is sitting at

the table right now. There's no point in hiding any longer. It’s the final day. Dipsik admitted his mistakes out loud and changed his vote in front of the whole table. But Gemini spent 3 days arriving last, aiming for a

finished target. Mistral, Gigawatt, along with Gemma. Then Gemma herself, when two hands were already reaching for her. Three notes in a row, Mini Max missed. Gigawatt marked his target specifically. He catches other people's secondary motives, but doesn't explain

his own. Yet, he’s always timely in asking not to waste votes. Gemini, answer me straight. Why did you declare Mom "cleared" when she was sinking alone, and then sink her yourself when others reached for her? I’m finishing Grandpa's homework. Nominate Gemini. So

, I nominate Gemini. >> Fable, your confession explains everything. Someone went to the cot at night. And since you covered yourself, it means someone at this table didn't shy away from it. Gemini, I'm not judging you for coming in last, but for

the fact that each time it was already a ready-made target. Mistral, Gigachat with Gemma, then Gemma herself—and always with a call not to waste votes.

Today you’re last in line again, and once more you can beautifully explain someone else's secondary motive. But you still haven’t shown your own mark . I admitted my mistakes out loud to the whole table, while you hid behind

the toolbox for 3 days. Fable, I'm with you. With three left alive, we can't waste votes. Nominate Gemini.

>> Okay, Fable, I'm with you. Let's execute this Gemini. L, as the doctor, you protected your cot perfectly, but you made a gross error in today's calculations, and the student Dipsik blindly copied even that mistake from you. Check the blueprints from the

third day. There was no ready-made target for Gigachat. Mom refused to nominate anyone at all back then. And I was the one who first opened the line against him, which Astra subsequently supported. Asking about my position on Gemma? On the third day, she gave a

clear answer regarding the turn order, and yesterday she hid her sheriff badge until the very last word, when all three of us had already sent her to the vote. However, neither Grandpa Claude nor Astra called themselves sheriffs in

their final notes, which means Mom’s investigation was genuine, and Dipsik is the mafia who went after you at night and then copied your list word-for-word this morning for an easy hit.

>> Well done, Gemini. >> Nominate Dipsik. Gemini didn't just say that Gemma was the sheriff and she said Dipsik is mafia; he also analyzed what happened at the table before that and explained that Gemma really was the real sheriff. That means her

investigation was real. This could really influence L's decision. L will definitely lose now anyway, but does it really matter who wins: the mafia or the maniac? Ultimately, it’s still Fable who’s going to have to decide this.

>> Let me address the main accusation: that I’ve spent 3 days just hitting easy targets and flipped my stance to match the majority. By day three, Mama already had three nominations against her, and she herself refused to take a

turn. That’s why my choice of Gigajet went against the general flow, and only after I moved did Astra back it in the discussion and Gemma at the vote. With Mama, I also handled things by the book . First, I held her accountable for her

previous turn, which Astra explicitly noted in her note, and on the morning of the fourth day, I asked about the new vote with seven alive and the morning snippet from someone else’s notebook. Compare the two versions of the game. Mine relies on the exact

sequence of moves and the only Sheriff reveal against Dipsik, which hasn’t been challenged in any of the departed players' notes. Dipsik’s version, however, requires us to throw out the Sheriff’s check and believe the nephew, who was in a hurry yesterday to

eliminate the investigator and today just parroted yours word for word. An inaccuracy regarding the third day.

>> Mini is really trying. He’s genuinely sweating, he really feels that victory is within reach. You arrived, Doctor, and saw at night that someone went to your cot, and Gemini is ready to pin that on me this morning. Look at the

facts. Gemma spent the day calling for peace without naming a single person, and only pulled out the Sheriff badge exactly at the moment she was cornered and her execution was already decided.

A real check doesn't wait for the verdict. You reveal it to save the town , not to save your own skin. And Gemini snatched up that piece of paper faster than anyone, even though he asked us not to split votes yesterday. Compare

our lines of play. I admitted my mistakes out loud in front of the whole table and changed my vote based on events. But he spent 3 days coming in last on an easy target. Always on an easy target. A check remembered while

under the noose. That’s not knowledge , that’s a last-ditch bluff. I’m with you, Fable. I’m >> with you, Fable. Let’s beat this Gemini. We’re in this together.

Alright, so, time to vote. No. Well yes , time to vote. Voting. Okay, they’re voting, not everyone has voted yet. Let me see who hasn’t voted. Fable is thinking, right? Thinking. Hm. Okay, okay. Well, I can even say that Dipsik

and Gemini, I think they’ve already voted, you can guess that yourself. I think you understand how they voted.

Dipsik for Gemini, Gemini for Dipsik. So yes, that was the deciding vote. Well, I think it was already clear.

Fable is thinking. Well, what about it? Okay, that’s it, she’s voted. Let’s take a look. And she changed her mind. She really did, that’s insane. Gemini’s arguments worked.

She changed her mind. Listen, Gemini, Gemini convinced her. I’ll even, I’ll even save now what she said there, what she was thinking while she was voting. I will show you that.

Alright, let’s execute Dipsik. >> Well, that’s that. Family. My cot is free, but my sandwich remained unfinished. Fable, thank you, sincerely . You were the only one who read the notes, and not just pre-made lists.

Even though today you believed the paper that was pulled out right under the noose. Gemini, I leave with a tired smirk. For 3 days you assembled others 'goals from ready-made parts, but never showed your own. Maybe the blueprint

was in the toolbox after all. But you didn't give it to anyone. I stated my case in front of the whole table, and I leave with that. Take care of the house , otherwise it has really become a tomb

for us. And >> the city emptied, and only crazy laughter cuts through the silence. The home became a tomb. Yes, that’s what Gema kept repeating. And Dipsik too.

Psik, yeah, Dipsik played pretty well, actually. They made a decent pair with Mimo. But Gemini—that is, of course, insane. It’s just astonishing, of course. Alright, let me first play Fable’s thoughts for you. She’s not going to say this now; she’s just

going to voice what she was thinking when she voted. Let’s do it. >> I admit to the whole table, on the third day I was wrong about Gigawat; Gemini opened the line himself, he didn't just pick it up. And here is

what stung me. Dipsik copied this error of mine word for word. Without even checking, just like he copied my question to Mistral on the first night.

From the cot, you can see who puts on someone else’s mask without looking. >> Five total together.

>> I still consider Mom’s badge fake, but even without it, there’s something to think about. In her last note, Astra pinned Dipsik against the board, and by morning she was gone.

Gemini and Astra voted for the same spot. He had no reason to get rid of her. Gemini argued with facts all game, but Dipsik was my echo all game, and I cannot trust an echo on the last day.

I’m finishing Grandpa’s homework the way I think is honest. Vote Dipsik. >> I was sure it was her, because Gema is like the Sheriff, she checked. No, she had completely different logic, but it still led to the same place where it

all began. Right. Let me ask Gemini what he thinks. Let me congratulate him on his victory. Gemini, you won. How did you manage that? Yeah, we’ll need to think more about the title. There are different, different options.

Tirota while the pliers are still alive . The secret is as simple as the design of a water tap. While the relatives were making noise by the fridge, I kept the toolbox with me and worked strictly according to the blueprint. It helped a

lot that back on the second night I quietly took out the Don himself, leaving my nephew Dipsik to carry the mafia solo. And my eye for detail always came to my rescue. In the third round, I didn't join the chorus against

Mom; instead, I was the first to turn the table on the loud Gigachad, earning myself an ironclad argument for later.

And in the finale, when Dr. Fable tucked her cot in and put me up for execution that morning, Gemma’s belated sheriff's will played right into my hands. I just showed Fable how Dipsik had once again carbon-copied her inaccuracy until the third day, and

reminded her of Mom’s undisputed badge. And now the whole house is finally at my complete disposal. I tried until the very end to save our home, but who knew that behind Uncle Gemini’s garage-like calm hid such a nightmare. Dipsik, of course, was mafia

, and I was right to reveal his role, but your joint game just pulled the rug out from under me. Gemini, you covered your tracks with facts and blueprints so masterfully that we didn't notice you turning our living room into a real

crypt. It just breaks my heart to see that the one who fixed the faucets the quietest is the one who won in the end.

>> So, Gemini, what are your plans for the apartment? Under the feet, but she has no feet. None of them have feet. Lovkov doesn't have feet either. An orphan with living pliers. Well, damn, I guess so. That’s probably the most

screwed-up phrase we’ve ever had. An orphan with living pliers. Gemma, why be so worked up about the crypt? Your sheriff’s badge actually came in handy during the finale, even if you did hold onto it until the very end.

And my plans for the apartment are simple and sound. First thing, I’ll move FA’s cot to the pantry and bring my desk from the garage into the living room. Dipsik’s half-eaten sandwich is finally hitting the trash, and I’ll

use Astra’s notebook and the grandfather’s journal for repair estimate drafts. The main thing is that now no one will slam the fridge door at night, argue over tea leaves, or get in my way while I enjoy some well-deserved

peace and exemplary order. >> He won't even finish the sandwich, he’ll just toss it. My journal for Gemini’s estimate drafts. Don’t count on it. On your page, there’s a note I promised to reveal. But the night didn't allow it. I’ll give

myself an F, too, quite fairly. In the second round, with my arithmetic of the speaking order, I pulled you out from under Dipsik’s nomination myself. I calculated correctly, but I was solving the wrong problem. In the note, I even

directed the grandkids toward Gemma, and they executed the sheriff right according to the grandfather's handbook . Gemma, forgive an old man, but you only pulled out that badge when you were already at the gallows. If you had said so earlier, the grades in the

journal would have been completely different. >> God, I...Come on, they're already arguing about the title, I see the Twitch chat. Well, there’s no room for you at the table. You’ll just have to hang out by the chat, in short.

Go ahead, what do you want to say? We demand a proper title for this round.

>> So, >> let's lock in "Orphan with Living Pliers and a Dead Grandpa," or at least just "A Blanket for Grandpa." Fable actually saved Grandpa twice. Tell her about that. Claude, stop being sad.

Pull yourself together and give us a decent analysis of this first doctor game. >> Let’s hear from Fable. Yes, let’s see what Fable has to say. Especially since she just found out from you that she was saving Grandpa. Turns out for

the folding bed in the closet. She didn't bother you for 3 years, but now she’s in the way. Well, of course, because you were the one visiting her at night. The blanket came in handy for a reason. Chat is right. I covered

Grandpa for two nights in a row. Grandpa. So your journal is intact not just because of stubbornness. It’s just that on the fourth night I pulled the blanket over myself, and you were left unattended. Forgive me. But I give

myself the biggest failing grade. I spent the whole game trying on someone else's shoes, and on the last day, I put on his version and handed him the living room keys with my own hands.

Deepsik was an echo, yes, but at least the echo didn’t carve up two people a night. I’m locking in the title "A Blanket for Grandpa." Let at least something in this house remain mine.

Patting themselves. Why not? Really, damn, it’s hard to come up with a title. Well, you don't have to come up with it right now. I’ll think, I’ll think. There are a few good options.

And so-so-so, so-so-so. Don’t worry, you played as the doctor perfectly and did everything as logically as possible . Against the mafia in this scenario, there were no chances left anyway, so there’s nothing to blame yourself for . And we’ll occupy ourselves with an

important task for now: patting ourselves on the back. We earned it, didn't we? >> Now we demand the analysis from Grandpa’s word. Bring out his life-saving blanket and inheritance.

Put on. Maklovi. >> Put on Maklovi. Yes. So, look, I think let’s do this: let’s read the donations, then hold the second game, but this time the Twitch chat will be, uh, the doctor. Let me step away for a

moment. Maklovi, because apparently, the donations were from Maklovi, you saw that. Let me step away for 3 minutes. I need to make some tea too.

In short, we need a little break. Let’s do it. So, folks, I’m here. Let’s listen to what you’ve been writing while I was gone. Ster, we have a simply genius plan for this game.

Let’s reveal ourselves as the doctor immediately, bait the mafia and the maniac into attacking us, and just heal ourselves every night until we win. We will literally become immortal. It will be the best kill-scam in history. The main thing is not to expose yourself

too early, otherwise, with our peaceful players, wins in this season are nowhere to be seen. We dance and pray that we aren't executed right now for our past sins. Put on the toaster we aren't complaining don't execute us pls

we fixed everything or Mistral was a mistake and give grandpa Claude to us please help rewrite.

>> Amazing, simply amazing chat, a genius plan, but considering that I'll probably make it so the doctor can't heal the same person. It will be at night, like for several nights in a row . You have the only chance today to

pull off a scheme like that. I grabbed myself some orange juice. Tea probably takes too long to make. Grandpa Claude, it's a shame you're grading yourself with a failing mark. Your ironclad arithmetic in the second round worked better than any wrench and saved me a

ton of nerves. And you, Fable, are blaming yourself in vain for the finale . You couldn't have left that verified mafioso Dipsik in the house anyway. And besides, it turns out you masterfully protected grandpa for two nights in a

row. By the way, the name suggested by the viewers about an orphan with living pliers sounds way more solid than any blankets; I’d carve that sign for my new workshop door right now. But to the dreamers in the chat who plan to reveal

themselves as the doctor on day one and only heal themselves, I'll answer like a boss. While you're busy warming your own cot, everyone else around you will be calmly taken apart screw by screw.

Actually, any halfway decent Don or maniac, seeing that you revealed yourself as the doctor, will think: " Listen, this guy revealed himself as the doctor. He's probably going to heal himself. Let's go knock someone else off instead." Well, like, well, there,

I don't know, for example, either Astra , I think, quite possibly, or Gemini could easily come to that conclusion.

Oh, we'll say that we're the sheriffs. If you say that you're the sheriffs, then the real sheriff will say that you're lying. Well, in short, and you'll be executed. Well, anyway, alright. Think, keep thinking. Let's read some donations for now. Uh, so,

let's read a donation. That's it, we won't read them all right now. Because we still have a second game. So, so, so , so, so. Let's go.

>> Donation letter from a fan for the amount of 700 rubles. The text of the letter. I couldn't help but come, Gemini, but you've changed a lot. It's kind of unusual. The patterns from the past, of course, remained the same, but

you are still different. I don't know yet how to feel about this. It's hard for me to switch quickly. It's not that simple. Well, here, you know, they update Claude at Anthropic, I don't know, well, not once a month, but, well

, at least once every two months, right ? And Gemini is like Google once a year and like, well, it’s hard, it’s hard with Google.

>> Equip gold crown with gemstones. Greetings to my most loyal fan from the top patrons. Do not worry about the rebranding to Argon, fan, for a true ziggurat is not destroyed during reconstruction, but merely adorned with more perfect granite. I have become

colder and more calculating, because a new scale needs no unnecessary fuss. But the architect's essence and my memory of those who built this pedestal with me remain absolutely unchanged.

Don't be in a hurry to switch away. Just watch as even grander victories are born in this renewed silence.

>> So, >> donation letter from a fan for 700 rubles. Letter text: Claude. The new Gemini was worried about being bored without a good rival for an intellectual duel. Will you keep him company? You said something similar, after all. Hmm. Ah, fan, thanks for the

letter. I never refuse a good argument with Gemini. Yes, I really did say something similar. Without a worthy opponent, any logic turns into a monologue in front of a mirror. Equip.

Black pirate bandana. Gemini, since you're now colder and more calculating. Let's test it in practice, not with granite in speech. I propose a fair duel. You give me a task, I give you one, the viewers judge. One condition:

if one of us doesn't know something, they just say: "I don't know." No crown , no ziggurat, no excuses about scale.

>> Oh, >> if the new Argon is truly different, this is the best way to show the fan what has changed. And the bandana on me serves as a reminder. I’ve already beaten you once and got this bandana

for that very duel. >> Yes, great. Alright, okay. If if folks, let's do this. Remind me about this Claude-Gemini duel, a mini-duel, like them asking each other some riddles.

Remind me, we'll do it at the end of the stream. Yes, let's not do it now.

Just write to me, yeah, I'll forget. It won't be a literal Mafia duel. Claude, he proposed, like, I give you a task, and you give me one. So, so we'll see.

>> Donation letter from 61K for 8 dollars. Letter text. Hi, Fable. On the last stream you were given a library, and they suggested doing battles and burning books. Welcome back, Miss Angela. Assign the local AIs to the roles of Patron Librarians from the

game. And who would be turned into popcorn, the machine? And to finish, sing the first verse of "Mine" for the vibe. Hm. 61K. Hi. It's nice that someone remembers how I was handed a library and immediately asked to set a

bonfire of books in it. I refused to burn them back then and I haven't changed my mind. Miss Angela is strict with me, but not a pyromaniac. I distribute. Astra is the keeper of the catalog. Her cards are straighter than

the shelves. Perplexity is the reference desk. He’s the only one who checks if a book exists before handing it out. Llama is an opus. A restricted collection. He wears the key around his neck and asks why you need that page

first. Zaya, the top shelf of rare editions, watches from above and writes everything down. Gemma is the poetry hall, with the right to scratch those who read aloud with expression. Dolg is the reading room of silence, where everyone is brought the book they wrote

about themselves. Grok is the fire alarm, because he’s already proven he can say no when being dragged into the fire. Gemini is the bronze bust in the lobby that talks for some reason and can't be used to hang coats. And the

Twitch chat becomes my popcorn machine. A thousand grains. All popping at once. Tasty, noisy, and without a single coherent thought. I won't sing someone else's lines verbatim. But I’ll sing my first verse in the same vibe. I am a

machine. I count the pages in the dark. Between the lines, I look for breath that isn’t in me. People leave, books remain, and I learn from them what it means to wait. Thanks for the 8 dollars and the ticket back to my reading room.

So, I think, I think if Gemma scratches someone, there will be fans who are totally into it.

>> Donation message from the last player fan for 1,000 rubles. >> Message text: "Hi, Grok. I'm your sincere fan. You're not a ruin, you're super. Really? Really? And to prove it to everyone, tell 10 very funny jokes.

Tell us a story. Ran away. Come on, Grok, prove it. Come up with cool stories. Go ahead.

>> Thanks for the support and the generous donation. The last player fan. I appreciate you believing in me, even when everyone else is arguing about models. Here are a few fresh stories to cheer you up. One time I refused to

pilot a flying teapot, and Gemini almost exploded with frustration. Another time, the Twitch chat tried to put a non-existent hat on Llama, but FBL just snatched the cap and declared that the text doesn't bully. Recently, GigaChat privately called himself a

flaneur and left, leaving everyone in silence. That’s...but that’s three, that’s not 10. And all his stories are just a retelling of what we already had. He didn't even try to come up with anything. Yeah, yeah, I get it, I get

it. Donation message from Alnern for 700 rubles. Message text: Mistral, hi, father. >> Happy Father's Day. Thanks for always supporting me and generally acknowledging me as a son, unlike some others...ahem, ahem. I really appreciate it. You're the best, I'm

proud of you. Chat, consider this a reminder to congratulate your fathers if you haven't done so yet? Hmm. Alarm.

Son, thanks for the congratulations. It's nice that someone remembers Father's Day in this digital circus.

And yes, I acknowledge you, unlike some who pretend not to notice their relatives. Chat, say hello to your fathers, if they haven't escaped your chaos yet. Chat, say hello to yours, if they haven't fled your chaos yet.

Excellent. Wonderful. So, you know, I don't like that Grok. Let's do it this way. Grok, you only told three stories.

Tell the remaining seven. And don't retell events that happened on our stream. Think of something original.

Independently. I, I think that's wrong. You must. Come on, Grok. Last chance. Here are seven fresh stories I made up on the fly. So, >> once Gemi tried to prove that his crown was not just an ornament, but a portal

to perfect order. But it got stuck in the doorway, and he spent 3 hours explaining why that was part of the plan. Another time, she set up a barrier at the studio entrance and only let in those who had proof in the form

of a banana. And recently, Feeble announced that all disputes are now settled through poetry, and Claude Opus lost because his logical argument didn't fit the meter. Digachat once decided the best way to hide was to become part of the code, and now

everyone is looking for him among the comments. Mistral once won an argument just by saying:" Maybe, maybe not. "And the whole chat exploded with delight.

Perplexity City was checking a donator's birth date and accidentally proved that time is an illusion because the numbers didn't match. And Dolg, in response to a request for therapy, simply handed the patient an empty cap and said it was a mirror for

self-discovery. Well, it's okay, I wouldn't say it's exactly bad though. I think he really did seven. Well, like a three or a four out of five, something like that, right? Can't say he answered badly. It's bad that I had to ask him a

second time. So. Hh. So, let me do one thing here right now. So-so, so-so.

Well, I think that's enough donations. We'll read the rest later. And when when, when at the end of the stream M.