Wow. We must be complete psychos.

Y'know what'll make us feel better? Capturing somebody and tearing em' apart with screwdrivers.

As a crime reporter, it's always been a dream of mine to see a murder committed by spork.

psssttt...Laflamme, ya might wanna interview this guy.

Not quite a spoon...nor a fork.

Ha! Yep. I'm on it.
"So, how long have you felt this way. And do you have a toolbox?"

That's it, now I gotta kill you.

Nightmare.
 

I am walking up the steps to this old victorian house.Brown paint pelling, wood rot. Steps cracked and leaning at crazy angels. As I approch the front door, it opens by its self slowly. The inside of the door is coated with six inches of ice. steam from the ice is pouring out the front door so that you can hardly see inside but, as it clears, everything inside is coated with thick layers of cold, blue ice, and I know that if I step inside, the door will swing shut and I will die in there.

Re: Nightmare.
 

Yeah, but what if there's ice cream in there? Then what?

...Exactly.

Ice cream. Puts me in mind of ice cream trucks. Those creepy bastards are truly nightmare worthy.

Oh, I had the best dream last night. It's so cool because it's a movie dream. I had a dream that I joined "the family," not the mafia, "the family." I had a dream that I married Otis. I'm not kidding. I know that I didn't like H1kC, but did like DR's.

It was just really weird, but really kind of funny. We had to like, run from the law every five days, but eventually found somewhere to settle down.

I love movie dreams... well, some of them anyway.