You were sat down in pews, watching as guards dragged the crazed cannibal out of his cell and onto the podium. The radio station was interviewing him and the security had to make sure he didn’t act up, cuffed to the lectern.

A younger woman was holding a microphone to her lips, and no matter what question she asked Chop Top, he didn’t take it seriously.

She questioned almost everything, but he was lost in his own mind and laughing, only appreciating he was on TV. The woman started to get frustrated, so she handed you the microphone, sitting down in her place. No one could get through to him.

When you received the microphone, he smiled, more like smirked, in your direction.

“What more could you ask? You ain’t gunna get the answers you want…” he teased, laughing loudly.