Serial Killer

Hi, my name is Billy John Walker and I'm a 35 year old man. I just got home from a hard day at "work" and boy I tell you, it's not an easy job. I had ten clients today at the "office" and they were so difficult to deal with. I mean... they just wouldn't shut their mouths, begging for me to spare their lives... They were so pathetic, all of them sounded like a bunch of whimpering, sniveling babies who had lost their pacifiers. But enough complaining about my job, I should cook myself something to eat with the fresh "meat" I just caught.

Hmm.. What should I make myself tonight" Oh! Some fried legs and bbq toes sounds good as hell right now! I should probably put some of my special seasoning on the grilled fingers that I'm baking right now when they come out of the oven. Let me set the timer for that... And how could I forget about the brain BLT that I was planning to make? I should probably get some lettuce and tomatoes out of the refrigerator real quick. Boy oh boy!! This sounds so delicious. It's making my stomach growl... I should give myself a pat on the back. I knew I should've became a chef when I graduated from college...

*Three and a half hours later...

Alright... Everything looks finished cooking... let me go get something to drink... I think I'll have some cherry kool-aid tonight. It smells good in here. Let me fix my plate and go see what's on TV... Hmm... I wonder what's on tonight? Oh! My favorite movie is on! This is gonna be a good night.. I should do this more often. HAHAHA......