“That’ll be $14.99,” said the delivery girl.
“Oh, I forgot my wallet inside,” Chip said, and he raced into the living room where only moments before his elderly mother had sat on the couch, knitting, but where now there stood a grinning, sinister, hellish figure too horrible to imagine, covered in fresh, steaming entrails that had seconds ago been inside the now-hideously-mangled corpse of Chip’s oh my GOD IT’S JUST TOO HIDEOUS TO DESCRIBE IN WORDS A HEALTHY HUMAN MIND MIGHT HOPE TO COMPREHEND AND IF I TRIED YOUR BRAIN WOULD EXPLODE IN A HAIL OF CABBAGE-Y GELATIN! RUN!!! SAVE YOURSELF!!!
…and her knitting?