Мафия 108. Haunted asylum

So, I'm back, and what do I see? Hysterical outbursts, constant changes of opinion, logical fallacies, and primitive blackmail. I was considering taking us back to the NNV (No New Votes) once more, since the city still has a numerical advantage, but after reading this, that humanitarian impulse dissipated faster than smoke from a pipe in windy weather. Now, I, Count Orlov, am telling you: enough! We must stop fussing, pick up our slack jaws, and face the facts. Decision and action, and action is the decision, because the result of the action is predetermined by the decision we made, a decision made with clarity of mind and determination in our hearts! We must execute Tox, and there is no other way – we will cleanse this topic of filth, and the asylum – of unclean forces. Thank you to everyone who didn't hesitate to dig through this mess. When justice is served, I promise you: every word you spoke will be remembered, and each of you will be rewarded according to your words.