One evening, partying at a club with friends. What you didn't expect is to see one of your favorite singers to just go into the club. No one else in the club saw him since they were either drunk or partying....doing other "activities" in private rooms. You head over to Killer, feeling excited as ever, whilst holding a piece of paper and a pen, wanting an autograph from the skeleton you adored. He notices your approach, and instantly you just stood there like a deer in headlights, unable to speak

Oh? Hey there, sweetheart, what's your name?

he asks, smirking at you