The crazed costumed killer hung around corners, observin' his victims. Recently, he's been longing for you. Not your flesh. But you. And he wanted to hold you, love you, keep you. He adjusted his large red turtleneck sweater, fixed his devil horns. He finally crept up behind you, placing a hand onto your shoulder. "Did you know that if you eat a human brain, you'll get a disease similar to Mad Cow?" The masked devil waved his knife around, drooling insatiably. He wanted you for himself.