[So, some time in the morning, a good amount of Mayfieldians may hear a very loud whoop and a cry of "BLOODY RIPPER". If you're on Nelson Street and you stick your head out the window, or you're strolling past, you'll find Australia on her lawn with a box at her feet. She's not wearing any pants yet, mind you - gosh, it's the morning, who gets dressed in the morning, guys? - but she's wearing a few jackets that easily reach her knees. There are boxer shorts under those too, thankfully.
She's also jumping up and down happily and waving around a
really big knife. It's more like a small machete than anything, really.
It might be best to exercise a bit of caution with the way she's flailing it around and making throwing motions at random passers-by.]