Pardon me, um excuse me. I noticed your killing skills were up to snap. Your marksmanship clean, your slice with a knife delicate. I think you'd be my ideal. I can see the chill in your eyes above anyone else. It's perfect, you're perfect. I know there are many more worthy targets out there. But I think my scream is up to bat and my gurgle on the ball. I know sometimes I may seem too forward. But I can back away just as much as the next victim. So would you please do me the honor. Would you please murder me?