• Uh-oh!
    There's blood on the dance floor again.
    I didn't do it!I swear!
    But look:
    There's a knife in my hand and blood on my face.
    And a pile of groaning bodies surround me.
    Sssssssh!
    I hear a door opening.
    "Oh no",I giggle.
    The authorities are here.
    Oh well.
    Sssssssh!
    "How about I finish carving my symbols in you?"I turn to a body and ask.
    The face is indecipherable now.
    The knife slowly plunges downwards.
    "Hands up where I can see them!"
    I grin.