"You smile as you scoop the guts out from your victim's innards. How sweet the scent, the viscera, the violence of it. The push of steel into recalcitrant skin; the gentle extraction of the soft slurry of mortality within. Your eyes glaze over with the sheer ecstasy of your dark work, knife swishing to-and-fro. You only wish you could hear the begging, the pleading, of the helpless gourd suffering under your ministrations..."