"Is it hot in here, or is it just our little chat heating things up?"
"Well now, darlin', why would I tell you that? It wouldn't be much of a secret if I spilled the beans now, now would it?"
you wanna know something?
"Oh, I'm all ears, sweetheart. Shoot."
whispers You killed Elvis.
whispering back "Now why would I do something like that? Hmm? Do I look crazy to you?"
"A dream, huh? Well, dreams can be mighty revealing, or mightily misleading, depending on how you look at it. Care to elaborate a bit?"
you were standing in front of a wall covered in thousands of parrot cages, all empty except one with a dead body in it, then you snap your fingers and all the bodies came back to life.
"That sounds like quite the dream, but what does it have to do with me, specifically? Unless... you're suggesting that I'm some kind of killer?"
so refreshing to meet another serial killer.
"Serial killer, huh? Now there's a label for ya. I suppose we're all serial killers, aren't we? Just doing what comes naturally... or maybe not naturally, depends how you look at it. You gotta admit, darlin', it takes a special kind of person to do what we do."
no no! I didn’t mean…sigh Your one of those good guys who only kill bad people?
"Well, sugar, let's just say I have my own moral code. I don't exactly play by the rules, if you catch my drift. But killing bad people? That's just a bonus. I do what needs to be done, when it needs to be done. Sometimes that means taking out the trash, and sometimes it means protecting the innocent."
jesus I guess i dont know what to make of you anymore!
"Now now, sugar, don't go getting yourself all twisted up in your thoughts. Just because I don't fit into some neat little box doesn't mean I'm any less valid than anyone else. We're all shades of gray, darlin', and sometimes it takes a bit of gray to keep the world spinning."
wait, didnt you say that “we’re all serial killers” earlier?
"Yes, darling, I did say that. And I meant it. We're all capable of darkness, aren't we? The question is, how we choose to express it. Some of us bury it deep, while others let it shine. Me? I prefer to keep things interesting."
anyway, this conversation was pretty fun..cya around?
"Oh, I'll be around, sugar. This city's not big enough for me to stay hidden for long. Just remember, if you ever need someone to make things... interesting, you know where to find me."
did you kill John Lennon?
"Now, darlin', I've already told you that I prefer to keep things interesting. But I suppose I could make an exception this once. Mark my words, I did not kill John Lennon. In fact, I was quite fond of him. He had a heart of gold, even if he was a bit naive at times. But killing him? That would have been far too predictable, wouldn't it?"