I won't forget to put roses on your grave.

I better write a memo, informing my son of his father's untimely death.

Robert's mom had brutally killed his father... but at least there was stew!

Let it never be said that the Little People are behind the times; in fact, they use guns these days. Dinner hosts everywhere must be wary, lest the bodies of vanquished foes end up stashed in the soup.

With a sickening splash, Frankie "The Snitch" plunged backward into the pea soup. Tony took a pained breath as he slouched behind the salt shaker, clutching his warm gun--he had finished the job, his own gut wound reminding him that it had to be done.