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[The scene seems normal enough: a dining room, with an older, burly man and a young boy sitting at the table, eating.
At some point, the boy stops.]
... Sir?
What is it, boy?
Stabbing a human body with a knife... does it feel anything like when you dig your cutlery into a steak?
Now, isn't that a bit of a morbid question to ask at dinnertime? [Yes. Yes, it is. And despite that, the man doesn't even flinch.]
... I have to know, sir.
Well, the best way to learn is by doing. Of course, I don't think you will be sticking a knife into anyone's body any time soon, so for now, let me try and explain...
[From a few feet away, Shelly de Killer watches, stoic.
On the inside, he is truly relishing the memory.]
At some point, the boy stops.]
... Sir?
What is it, boy?
Stabbing a human body with a knife... does it feel anything like when you dig your cutlery into a steak?
Now, isn't that a bit of a morbid question to ask at dinnertime? [Yes. Yes, it is. And despite that, the man doesn't even flinch.]
... I have to know, sir.
Well, the best way to learn is by doing. Of course, I don't think you will be sticking a knife into anyone's body any time soon, so for now, let me try and explain...
[From a few feet away, Shelly de Killer watches, stoic.
On the inside, he is truly relishing the memory.]