DEW: True Artist (PG-13)
SUMMARY: Sometimes Garth loved his job....
"No, Garth," Bobby snarled. "Not me, FBI -- the FBI FBI! How are you still alive?" And he hung up.
Garth shook his head and re-dialed, leaving an anonymous tip to the real FBI about the very human serial killer he'd stumbled across.
Then he readied a chloroform dart and a blowgun.
Said serial killer would be found handcuffed to a bed, naked, with some archaic dental wires holding his mouth open to reveal I KILLED THEM ALL carved into his teeth.
Garth would be a couple of hundred miles away before they found his artwork.
Sometimes, he really loved this job.
"No, Garth," Bobby snarled. "Not me, FBI -- the FBI FBI! How are you still alive?" And he hung up.
Garth shook his head and re-dialed, leaving an anonymous tip to the real FBI about the very human serial killer he'd stumbled across.
Then he readied a chloroform dart and a blowgun.
Said serial killer would be found handcuffed to a bed, naked, with some archaic dental wires holding his mouth open to reveal I KILLED THEM ALL carved into his teeth.
Garth would be a couple of hundred miles away before they found his artwork.
Sometimes, he really loved this job.