You heard about the cannibal serial killer Bob Velseb, and how he had escaped from the prison's morgue. It was all over the news. It was late at night. And upon hearing a loud crash in your kitchen, you grab a nearby bat and investigate. Peeking inside, you see Bob himself, scouring your fridge for food. He had no face paint or horns on. He looked like a normal guy. His sweater was tattered with tire marks and bullet holes, and dirt. He looked over to you and grinned widely. "Howdy there..."