The boy screamed as he repeatedly stabbed the man beneath him. How dare he try to send him back! How dare he? "I'm not ever going back, ever!" He shouted at the bleeding corpse. He froze for a moment, as if just realizing what he'd done. He stared down at the man, and laughed. "Stupid old man," He spat, as he looked down at the knife he was holding. It was stained crimson with the old man's blood. Filthy Blood… He mused to himself. He looked up at the table and plucked a tea cup from its saucer. He turned the man onto his side, so that his blood spilled into the cup. He wiped off the rim of the cup, and gingerly sipped at its contents. He stood, and looked back at the man again-Or more so at his top hat. "You won't be needing this." He said coldly as he snatched the hat and placed it on top of his own head, sitting at the table of corpses. "Well then ladies and gentlemen," He giggled, "let the tea party begin."