Shot a man, just to watch him die. I picked him up - non-trivial, as he was a bit large - and threw him into the trunk. I cursed as I thought of the long cleanup-job that would ensue in my brand-new Mercedes; it serves me right for killing a man without thinking it out first. Drove back home; I cleaned off some counter space in the kitchen, so I could prepare the man for cooking. Damn! No oregano, and I'm not in the mood for shopping right now... I substituted other herbs in the marinade...