I think I may have accidentally killed the mailman, postman, etc. Sure I may have gone a bit too far, slicing off his ears and feeding them to him, while he sat boiling in a tub of liquefied hell mixed with his own blood. I was careful not to nick the major arteries as I wanted a slow and painful descent for him. It was important he felt every fillet of his own flesh, every dissection and removal of his non vital organs. Sure he might have just been the innocent postal worker going through the daily slog of delivering the latest re-fi offer from predatory lender XYZ. But how was I to know that he wasn't a malicious prankster posing as a public servant, casing my house with something much more sinister in mind? One can never be too sure of these things. Besides, the junk mail was getting to be unbearable, intolerable. They say the body will continue to tremble long after the person has deceased....I can attest to that.