Everyone loves my food; of course they do; it would be dumb of them not to. People especially love my stews! They give me raving reviews, saying so much of the same thing: “This, by far, is your best meal,” and “I could eat this for days.” But what about the people that don't like my food? I have a very particular way of dealing with people like that. Whenever I receive a tainted review, I make sure they are dealt with correctly. As soon as they leave the restaurant, I make sure that I, the security camera, get a clear view of their license plate. Then, using public records, I reverse lookup their license plate. After that I give them a little visit; one of us doesn't leave this encounter alive. After that I have some new meat for my stews.

I looked down and I seen the beaming red dot on my chest. I had to look twice to make sure what I was seeing was even real, it was, unfortunately. At this point, my heart was racing but there was one thought that was deadweight in my head; am I dead? I asked because in the sense of panic, I sorta felt some peace, not too much but some. Ten seconds felt like ten years as I was faced with this mystery of who would do this to me. I accepted my fate and I squinted hard, nothing can fail now… except for my heart.