There is a dead human in my house.
Killing people is my least favourite thing to do.
I was upstairs sitting in my room, reading a book, and this guy walked in, so I walked up to him and… stabbed him 37 times in the chest.
And well… I was hungry and, when you crave hands… my stomach was making the rumblies that only hands could satisfy.
You may ask whats wrong with me…
Well I kill people and eat hands…thats two things :]