What a shame, ruining the undercarriage that way. Sloppy too... lots of flecks of skin, blood...
See, it's much more pleasant having your intended in the chair, restrained, temporarily relaxed, soundproofed, lights dimmed save the small one on my forehead... For added effect, the speaker system (Bose, of course) plays Alan Parsons "Cask of Amontillado" just loud enough that the vic- patient can hear the words, repeated again and again.... perhaps becoming cognisant of the topic. You see the quizzical look in the eyes, the curiosity, the beginnings of a delicate thought that he does not wish to consider. The eyes growing wider, pupils dialating, breathing increases as a panic crawls up from the bowels of his being....
And yet you work in relative peace... plus, you can double bill, as the patient will not be around to dispute, yes yes?
You who are rich and whose troubles are few
May come around to see my point of view
What price the crown of a king on his throne
When youre chained in the dark all alone?