Just as Charlie Keel was about to settle down to "tea" (as he put it) with Penelope, the doorbell rang. Who the hell could it be, he wondered. He was exasperated. He hated visitors, and also detested having people interrupt when he was sitting down to meals with Penelope. With a grumble, he got up to open the door.
It was the stinking reporter from before.
"Yes, what do you want now, blondie?" Charlie demanded in a extremely hostile tone.
"I have not completed my interview and I need to submit my report this evening. Do you mind? And please, stop calling me blondie. I dyed my hair, it was supposed to be boring brown. My name is Hazel." the annoying reporter replied in an equally hostile tone.
"Very... ironic indeed. Your name, I mean. Please, come in and take a seat." Charlie invited her into the room, and led her into a special room made entirely out of stainless steel. At one corner was a surgery table, and in the center stood a lone, solitary swivel chair.
"Please take a seat and give me a minute, while I go get ready." Charlie gestured to the swivel chair, a sinister plot hatching in his mind. The prey has invited herself into his nest, so he might as well make full use of this chance, he thought. The reporter was a little perplexed, but being the ditzy twerp she is (blonde or no blonde), did not hesitate.
Charlie put Penelope, whose nose and ears were twitching, back into her hutch, promising to return to finish tea with her as soon as possible. He gave he r a little pat between the ears and returned to the steel room.
"So as I was saying, Mr Charlie, you -" Hazel droned on and on, oblivious to the fact that Charlie was creeping up behind her, his trademark scalpel raised. With a swift movement, he slit her throat and let the blood poured out. It was a gratifying sight to Charlie.
The room was silent again, save for the trickle of blood.
"Mmmm, nice." mumbled Charlie, pleased at his latest work. He decided to leave the corpse alone first and leave it to bleed dry, before continuing his experiments on it.
"Penelope, let's continue and finish up with tea!" he sang, waltzing back into the dining room, a smile plastered onto his face.
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