Dear Judge,

I really don't get the point of standing in front of this court and having to say all my final words again. I'm innocent, but if execution is your final ruling, so be it. I've already explained everything but as I've said before, the first was honestly an accident, but hey- his accomplice saw everything and tried to run; so while I was at it, bloody hands and all, I thought I might as well. Dude A- bam and Dude B, gone.

And yes, I know, I know. Calling them dudes is 'wrong'- fine. Teenagers. Still, these two teenage kids had nothing to do but play ding-door-dash in the afternoon?! I was finally able to get an off day from that shitty company when these knuckleheads- heh. See what I did there? Knuckle.. cause I beat their heads with my.. anyway. So what if the second one wasn't an accomplice? Really, they shouldn't have rung my doorbell at 2PM in the first place. Who does that?! I wasn't in the best of mood as of late cause of Piggy, oops- no offense Mrs. Bones. That's my nickname for your husband by the way. Heh. That's the only thing I agree on in my department, really. Anyway, these kids, they've been at it for weeks. And that day, tough luck, I caught them.

Speaking of Bonesy, oh man. Sorry Mrs. or is it just Ms. now that he's dead? Sorry not sorry about that. Well, I've gotta say your husband- what? Ugh. Fine, I won't look at you. Aaanyway, my boss, Mr. Bones, is one bad dude. I mean, like seriously. I told you all I was having an off day, right? I was sick. I have been sick. Stressed. Frustrated. Angry. Stress. Stress. Stress. More stress. I hate them all. What? Yes, yes. I'm okay. As I was saying, I was sick, and as I was cleaning up the bodies, guess who called? Yup. My damn boss- who decided to call me in. An 'emergency' he says! Hah! It's always do this, do that with that guy.

So I got to thinking. I looked to the two bodies which were then wrapped around my carpet- lazy, I know. No challenge at all for the forensics team I bet. The blood was seeping through to the floors and my hands. My hands were still bloody. And I thought, I might as well.

I grabbed the keys to my car and left. Reached my office in records time woo-hoo! Walked across security, across the reception, across my own department on the same level as the meeting room and there you have it beyond the door; my boss and all my lovely colleagues. No one even looked up to notice. I told you it was a shitty company.

Ever heard of the saying, 'when a killer is killed, the number of killers in the world stays the same?' I personally extend that to not just 'killers', but to anyone that commits any type of crimes and personally, annoying people should be on that list.

I mean, have you ever stepped outside before? These people man, they really needed to be stopped and our usual laws ain't gonna cut it anymore. I was the consequences but I'm not sorry. That just means one less annoyance in the world.

So really, you should be thanking me.