Snippet from a Conversation in the Neighbouring Flat

“Woodworth, listen. I’m going to tell you once, and that’s all. You hold his head like so, and cut so. If you keep changing the angle, you’re going to get a lot of blood on the floor, and I’m the one who will have to clean it.”

“Mumble. Mumble. Mumble.”

“You. Shut up. I’m not talking to you. Woodworth. Did you have to cut off his tongue first?”

“But he had a squeaky voice, Lewis. I didn’t like him.”

“Then why bring him here? Was his flat occupied?”

“I found him in a clothing store.”

“Oh, have you been shopping?”

“Mumble. Mumble. Mumble.”

“Shut up. Yes, I was looking for a birthday gift for you.”

“Oh, that’s so sweet. No. Don’t tell me what you got me. I want to be surprised.”

“Lovely.”

“Oh, alright then. Kill him however you like. I really don’t mind cleaning up after you.”

“No, that’s alright. I’m putting a plastic sheet underneath his head.”

“Thank you, Woodworth. You’re very considerate, you know?”

“Thank you, Lewis.”

“Mumble. Mumble. Mumble.”