While the others sat and pondered their fate, the shrewd smiley salesman was more focused on distributing his product. He hopped off his perch atop the dumpster of emoticons and cheerfully announced "Well, I don't know 'bout y'all, but it seems ta me that this here's prime smiley territory. I got scared smiley, I got sad smileys, I got smileys that're happier'n a tick on a fat hound dog. Every emotion you need to get through a town-wide genocide, I got it." He grabbed a few smileys from his bin and handed them out to the others. "Lessee here. We've got a
for the sandwich-confused samurai, a couple of
for you two usin' utensils on finger food, a
for the stoic schoolboy, hmm, oh I know, a
for our impulsive blue friend for when he comes to, a
for the psychedelic bovine,
for the big fancy ball 'o light,
for the green blocky guy,
for the contemplative blue superhero, and a big ol'
for the... Grinny feller." He paused a moment before laying a down a
"And in remembrance of the Sheriff, may he rest in peace." He hopped back up on his dumpster of assorted wares, taking a bite of his sandwich. "Y'all can keep those, as a gesture of good will in these dark times. I don't wanna be makin' any more like the Sheriff wound up with so, so whata you fellas think we should do 'bout this mess we done got ourselves into? I don't wanna get into pointin' any fingers or turnin' anyone against each other, but accordin' to that flier the Sheriff put up, we got two people here tryin' ta do the rest of us in."
Seriously guys, we've got characters laid out and everything. Roleplay this shit.