Something has happened. When I entered this

Something has happened. When I entered this room and stood before all these people I was going to announce the identity of the killer but now it is like I am inside my empty shell

. I realise, I can't expose him. In a strange turn of events I've fallen for the cereal killer. It was Chef Gustavo! I blamed the fat man instead. Good. The crowd seemed to buy it.

The more flop sweat his brow betrayed, the more they shouted for his execution. I quickly wandered off the stage into the back to consider my stolen heart. I couldn't bear to

see my sweaty lover be hanged, to kick the bucket, to give up the ghost, to croak. The idea that he would soon be worm food was too much for my tender heart to bear. So I just left

the room and vowed to wipe this whole unpleasant event, and him, from my cerbral cortex. Of course, this would not go over too well with the deceased family, but...screw it. I had

that coupon for 50% off the full price of a basic large pizza. I grabbed out my trusty vacuum and pointed the nozzle at the shimmering outlines of the ghosts. "Hasta la pizza!"

Having captured the pizza ghosts in my vacuum, I ran to the nearest medium, Madame Lorraine. She listened intently to the howls from the Hoover for a moment before proclaiming that

it sounded like the drive belt was slipping. "When last time you change faja, ahhh, belt, yes, belt. When last time you change drive belt", asked Mde. Lorraine, the medium. "Don't

be assuming I haven't" I replied in a stern voice. Honestly, she thinks I'm a wreck.