Sometimes I stab them. Then, while they are dying on the ground, I take their wallet. I collect their blood in a little vial I carry with me and when I get home I figure out from their wallet who they are and send a letter to their grieving family written in their loves-one's blood explaining that had the deceased been just a little more careful they would still be alive and that they can all learn a valuable lesson from this.
I feel that, little by little, the message is getting through.
Sometimes I stab them. Then, while they are dying on the ground, I take their wallet. I collect their blood in a little vial I carry with me and when I get home I figure out from their wallet who they are and send a letter to their grieving family written in their loves-one's blood explaining that had the deceased been just a little more careful they would still be alive and that they can all learn a valuable lesson from this.
I feel that, little by little, the message is getting through.