 Bury them alive. Burn them up. Stab each other. Good. Hit them. Now, let's forget it for a while and get some different kind of music. All right, darling. I'll calm you down with the radio. Good. Rippling rhythm, maybe? Nice, sweet jazz. That's it, Angel. Sentimental little stuff that relaxes. I'll be glad when you dance, you rascal, you. Oh, no. Oh, no.