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Slaughter tip toe'd into a dark house, his sick smile was wider than ever. As he crept upstairs he held his axe close his side, his hand went to the cool door handle of a child's bedroom. He shuffled over to the bed and raised his axe above the child's head. "You can't spell Slaughter without Laughter!" He said in a loud voice as the blade severed the child's head. Noise in the other rooms must have meant they heard him. He walked out in the hall to be engaged by a scrawny looking man, a punch to his jaw awoke him from his trance. Slaughter cackled evilly jumping on the man. Cutting each of the mans limbs off he threw them in the corner, he then dipped his hands in the blood covering the floor and wrote "SLAUGHTER" In Big letters. Satisfied with his work he ran from the house into the dark wood's.