Right after I got back to my office in Onett, I was notified of all the work I had to get done that had been building up. Still exhausted, I wasn't going to take that. I wasn't able to forget everything that had happened that month either. I locked the doors as my assistant cluelessly thought I simply wanted privacy with him. I took out a load of French bread I had bought earlier, impaled him on it and ate his brains.