Niples "Re-enactment"

Who: Keto, Wildflower, Seymour, Phil, Mini-Phil, Jack, McJohn,
Callum, Efof
Where: Cargo Bay
When: When Seymour was facetiously accused!
<accusation snip>
"Now," said Seymour, "Where were you all before the body was
found? What about you, Doctor Murderer?"
"Can we stop with that, please?" sighed Keto, shaking his head, "I
was down on the medical supply deck, getting some sterilising fluid
after all the trouble with the clones."
"A likely story," snorted Seymour.
"Really? And what's your great alibi, Mr Ambassador?" asked
Wildflower, raising an eyebrow.
<end accusation snip>
"How dare you accuse a Royal Ambassador! And of a murder of bare
significance as well, now if I were being accused of poisoning an
enemy of the state with a toxin on a velvet pillow, now that would
be different, but this?!"
"Where were you velvet pillow boy?!"
"I was…. I was alone. That evening I was practising my operatic
vocals and then watered my plants before retiring to my bedchamber."
"So you have nobody to witness it then?"
"Despite my plants… oh if they could talk, the things they'd say…
and possibly the crewman who lives next door who applauded my
singing by thumping loudly on the wall with appreciation."
Seymour suddenly clasped his hands together like a director calling
for places. "Now then everyone, think back to where you were at the
time of the murder, and assume your places!"
"What about me?" called the corpse, who in this re-enactment had two
extra arms, and acquired a male genitalia… on its head.
"Yeah that true!" Called out mcJohn. "What about Efof, who will play
him in the re-enactment? He could be the murderer after all, he has
twice as many stabbing-hands."
Seymour groaned. "Fair enough, I'll play Efof."
"And who plays you? YOU could be the murderer as well, unless we can
get your plants to testify."
"Alright, you can be me." Said Seymour to McJohn.
They took their places, and Efof laid down where the body was found,
naively oblivious to the uncleaned blood which still stained the
area.
Suddenly Seymour stopped everyone "No no no, Mr McJohn, you can't
play me and slouch! I have a more noble posture, one that shows that
I am above the other cretins on this vessel. Yes, straighten your
back a bit more, oh dear god- try and straighten those creases out
of your shirt sleeves."
"And try to look a bit more camp!" Phil whispered.
"Shhh!" Said Seymour, not hearing Phil's exact words.
"Oh come on! This isn't acting school!" Cried Wildflower.
"Aaw!" Whined Efof. "I was really trying my hardest to act dead; I
thought there might be a prize or something."
"Dr Keto, I want you go get into the ventilation shaft where we
think the killer was."
"And why me?"
"Because I still think you did it." Said Seymour, crossing his arms
and putting his detectives pipe back in his mouth.
"But I was in the supply deck I told you!"
"Phil! Could Keto have gotten from there to here easily and within
the time taken to murder someone?"
"I guess so yes. We could check the security cameras to see if he
was there at that time though."
"Well do it!!!" Seymour snapped.
"Hey, you aint boss no more!"
Seymour glared at him. Phil glared back. After some time Seymour
crumbled and turned away as Phil grinned to himself.
"So…umm, and questions so far?" Asked Seymour