Hannibal Lecter had finally been given a

Hannibal Lecter had finally been given a cell with a window. But his view of the scenery beyond the incisor-proof glass was blocked by a giant billboard. When the guard approached,

Lecter said, “Cla-rise, that billboard outside my cell window is in bad taste.” The guard frowned. “My name’s not Clarise, Lecter. What’s the problem with a billboard that

looks like the Hyundai is driving off the Billboard? It's creative and active. Outside the box thinking, but then you wouldn't know about being outside would you?" Lecter

glared momentarily at the ad executive outside his cell. Then he replied with a creepy smile, "Yes, I can invigorate your ad campaign for Fava Beans. Oh, yes. Feh-feh-feh."

Ducky had suffered little in giving up his liver for the paté. Bunny sat mesmerized by swirling colors in the porridge, having missed Duck's abduction by Lecter

Spine, two-time winner of the Ace-Ton award for Excellence in Poor Taste. Bunny started frothing at the mouth & Ducky lapsed into pained paroxysms of liver-not-having. Lecter Spine

or Trumpet Lecter as he became known in showbiz circles fumbled around on the floor, milking every last chortle out of his hilarity glands before ultimately dying.

At least he died happy, eh? So afterwards when Trumpet Lecter showed up at the gates of Hades, he was welcomed with open claws. He immediately went into his comedy routine.

The audience went silent. A heckler threw a bottle which smashed into his head. Laying on the floor in a pool of his own blood he reconsidered his knock knock joke routine.