Grr... silly downtrodden good for nothings saw through my ingenious ruse!?!??! How could I have been under suspicion? My masterful disguise was masterful! What will the Grand Professor of Hidden Genii in Lala-land is gonna think? Oh my long searched for Degree in Supremely Masterful Plots would be out of my reach forever...

Perhaps I can yet salvage this situation... oh yes... perhaps I can yet beat up more mere plebs... perhaps... perhaps.

*speaks loudly to those oh so uncultured citizens of Asylumnia*

Fellow citizens! I am here to announc- YOU THERE! Don't point at me! Anyway, I am, as you can see, superior to you in every way, and thus, I believe it is my Provider-given right to beat up one of you each time the sun hangs up his towel. However, some amongst you... *glares at audience* dare to suggest that I am in fact the common criminal known as the "Psycho". That is not true.

Whilst the "Psycho" slaughter his/her victims in cold blood, I commit my oh so elegant beatings with precision and accuracy, guaranteeing the lucky pleb his life and mind unharmed. (That, I am sure you will all agree, is very nice of me.)

Of course, you may still want me to string me up like a mere pickpocket or a wicked witch, but consider this (You should, the point is a good'un): I, thanks to my elitist education which is far far far better than an average citizen of Asylumnia, have, for lack of better words, mastered the art of beating the living daylight out of all peasants. As such any serf which I chose to exact my righteous vengeance on, is quite incapable of commiting any further dastardly deeds that you serfs get up to during the night, during that night.

That's right, any of my victims could not possibly be the "Psycho", and neither can I, the most eminent Doctor Salazar Horatio Lichen the 28th of the most eminent house of Eminence, be the "Psycho".

I am sure the wretched servants I beaten up can confirm my story. Now carry on this... "debate" of yours, whilst I decide who to beat up next.

Oh yes... before I go: Vote: Taka. You claim to know something about me... yet you were not the unfortunate target I so elegantly tortured. Care to enlighten us?