This group came to serve FA-SHION. Yam Yam's feathered arm? Lisa, stunning even more with her fancy, yet deadly amulet, narrows down her kill list to Natalie, Kristen, and Yam Yam. "The player that was cursed to death is... YOU, YAM YAM!" As he utters this phrase, some masked goons pull out Yam Yam's chair and drag him outta there.