your thing. You might enjoy it, you might not. You might even regret it. There's really no way of knowing at this point. What we do know is that after a certain time the darkness becomes inevitable, like an avalanche of organs or just a really great run of Solitaire. 4. I Can't Believe I Almost Forgot: Taunt the Fuzz, This is Very Important Oh, yeah. Yeah. This part. I love this part. Okay, listen up: you've got to kind of artfully place your, ah, "business card" on the body. You can't just -- what? What's that? You forgot to get them printed in time? You forgot about the increased Halloween demand for serial killer calling cards? Let me guess: you also didn't write letters to the police with the details of your next kill. And you didn't shatter that grandma's teeth with a hammer and then strangle her with her week-old underpants? That's okay, buddy. Maybe you're not that kind of killer and that's okay; a lot of killers aren't that kind of killer. Those guys are weird, just going around doing it the same way every time. Never mixing it up. It's downright uncreative. In an emergency, a liberal smattering of seminal fluid will do the job. You're doing great, slugger. Keep it up. 5. Think About Side Dishes Once you've butchered the meat what are you going to do with it? Oh, I guess I just answered my own question. Ha, ha. Ha. Haa. That cub scout