Love SICK

"Baby, I had everything planned out to make this day special and…other things just kept getting in the way…um you want a cookie? I made them for you."
"You mean those things on the floor? I'll pass. Look, I don't EVEN want to hear it right now. The only reason why I'm not pissed off as much I could be is because I see you killed those two fucktard assistants you had that I hated so much. Plus I've had a hard day and I'm too fucking tired right now. But I'm going to BED and when I come down, this shit better be fucking cleaned up and don't expect to be playing "Stranger and Catholic School Girl" with me tonight because any attempt to do so, will result in severe pain to your most valuable players."
"Yes dear." You say, protectively putting your hand on your crotch.

You spend the rest of the night cleaning up, which initially consists of you taking all the bodies into the basement and shoving them into your oversized freezer. You check on your patient, who is unconscious, but still alive. You won't get to work on her though since you still have to mop up all the blood and pick up the meat chunks still littering the floors. It really just sucks all the way around.

Oh well at least you got to kill a bunch of people.
End Of Story