Love SICK

You decide to act nonchalant and cool. You grab the girl you were skinning and throw her on the table and continue to cut her up like you're cooking dinner.

Sis comes in.

"Hi honey! How was your day today?" you ask cheerfully.
"Ugh, I don't want to talk about it! Is that our mail man?"
"Yeah, had to do it, he pulled a gun on me." You answer.
"Are you alright?"
"Oh I'm fine, don't worry about it."
"Is that what we're having for dinner?" your sister asks pointing at the girl on the table.
"Yeah, sorry about not having it ready yet, but as you can see I had a lot of visitors today."
"Hm. Well I'm tired anyway. I'm going to bed for a little while. I trust you'll keep dinner warm. And as much as I adore the thought you put into the entrail decorations I trust that it, and the mess you left in the hallway will be cleaned up."
"Of course sweetheart."

You kiss her before she heads upstairs, but before you pat yourself on the back too much, you hear her yell one last thing at you.
"And if you're going to write me a poem, use a fucking pen and paper! Don't ruin the goddamn walls!"
"Will do dear! Sorry!" you say.

Well it wasn't as bad as it could've been. Of course now you've got a lot of work ahead of you. You were hoping for a little action tonight, it being your anniversary and all, but instead you spend the rest of the day and part of the night preparing dinner and cleaning up your mess. By the time you're finished, you're very tired and rest on the couch eating some dinner while watching the history channel. Sis comes down at this point stating that something smells good, but you've already fallen asleep, with a bit of brains hanging from your mouth as you snore.
End Of Story