Woah, what’s happened here? It sure is a grisly sight. Who had a bone to pick with poor old Mr. Dedbodi? Was it Professor Prune with the curling iron in the pantry? Maybe it was Miss Starlet with the coffee cup in the foyer. Let’s not forget the innocent-seeming Miss Angel White. She could have done it with a trowel in the drawing room. Honestly, these are all amateurs, every single one of them! Mr. Dedbodi was disposed of gracefully and neatly, no haphazard marks of passionate brutality on him. It couldn’t be any of the clumsy first-timers that we’ve listed, oh no. This was an assassination done with taste. Wait a sec. Who’s in the kitchen and what smells so divine? Well, Mr. Hannibal Lector! So glad you could make it, sorry about the drama. Yes, we’ll take an hors devours. What’s on this Bruschetta? Is this Pancetta? Whatever meat this is, it’s delicious, so fresh! Well, sir, we can always count on you to bring a little class to the evening even when people are dropping like flies. Hannibal Lector knows how to keep his dark hobbies a secret. That’s why he never goes to a kill scene without his kill suit. The clear plastic allows this iconic killer to go from nightmarish monster to street-ready shrink in seconds. You’re sure to feel scary yet sophisticated as soon as you step in and zip up. You’ll be welcome at any party, just don’t forget that delectable fava bean dish!