One day, Dr. Dave drank some beer. He decided after the fifth beer to kill some hookers for fun. The first hooker maced him and ran. The second hooker kicked him in the balls and while he was down, stole his wallet and his knife.
So then Dr. Dave took some PILLZLOL for the pain and rang the credit card companies. He then took a trip to the knife store to buy a new hunting knife. On the way there, he was chased by a pack of mangy dogs. They chased him into a dead end. WTF is up with today? FFS he thought. Fed up with the growling mangy menaces, picked up a convenient lead pipe and ended them.
Upon arriving at the knife store, he remembered the damn hooker had stolen all his cash. Luckily he knew the owner of knife store and they allowed him some credit. After all, there were no hookers anywhere near the knife store, thanks to him.
Dr Dave selected a nice shiny bowie knife with a nifty bit in the handle you could keep stuff in. Satisfied with the new knife, he went home and drank some more beer and watched a few movies, but not before vowing not to kill any other hookers before he'd dealt with the two who defied and escape from him with a blood oath, cutting his hand with his nice new knife and squeezing the blood from his hand onto a piece of parchment...