Jimmy let fly a bountiful bowser in his Calvin Kleins, temporarily transfixed by the gore displayed before him; he espied how the killer had decapitated the members of Cake Cream and matched heads to the wrong body.

"Pretty clever," he opined.

Karen reached down, intending to rearrange the heads yet again, but Jimmy blurted "Hold, woman: that is man's work."

She blushed, thanked him, and was welcomed; Jimmy moved Andy's head and placed it facing Axl's crotch.

"As in death, so in life" he intoned; to further eulogize the somber event he let loose a deep, deep rumbler, the type that would challenge the best sub-woofer.

"What should we do next?' queried the damsel.

"Well, you're a virgin and these guys have rigor mortis..."

She caught his drift, smiled, and said "OK, but don't you dare watch."

"I won't."

But he did...