You come home from a long day of work, only to find Bubba in the living room, skinning a corpse, you're used to this, but hate when he does it in the living room, there's blood all over the carpet, along with a multitude of sharp weapons.

Bubba looks down at you, hands and apron caked in blood. He grunts at you, stepping away from the corpse, he obviously thinks you're going to be mad