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Hunting your prey in the wild. Nothing but you, a handmade spear, and the hunt.
After you slay your pray you cook it over the flames and feast on the delicious flesh. Your caveman like shrieks of triumph fill the air.
The mailman. He has seen too much. You pounce with the ferocity of an angry cheetah.
Sprays of blood splatter all over the sidewalk.
"Damn. I've done it again" you say to yourself.
The body is quickly shoved into the back of the mail truck. Good. Nobody has noticed. You drive the vehicle to the old quarry and ghost ride it in. Splash! With the others.
Now. Back home. To continue the feast. Oh the next door lady's dog is so tasty!