Vengeance Will Be Mine

"VENGEANCE PLANS" was the heading that Keto had scrawled on the
back of Jay's shirt. Unfortunately the material wasn't ideal for
schematic plans, or even legible marks, so it came out more
like "VEGAN LAND".
"Chrysler," read the next line, followed by a crudely-drawn diagram
of a man with spike sticking in places that spikes shouldn't normally
stick into.
"(1) Fed through the rear engines of a Starbug"
"(2) Slowly diced into several thousand bits using a blunt knife"
"(3) Marooned on an asteroid with creatures after his blood"
"(4) Allow Shakespeare to operate on him"
"(5) Grab a can opener, insert sharp wheel implement into eye, turn
handle repeatedly until screaming ceases"
"(6) Lock him in a house with several maniacs without any hope of
escape..."
Keto hesitated, then carefully scrubbed out the last one.
"(6) Tie feet to Starbug. Tie neck to Blue Midget. Fly Starbug
towards rear of ship. Fly Blue Midget to front of ship"
"(6a) For added effect, place giant razor blade along length of
ship."
Keto looked at his work and nodded happily. One of those methods
would no doubt come in useful one day. Still, he had all these other
cretins to plan for, as well. Glancing around, Keto noticed Tara,
and went back to writing.
"Cleava..." he managed to write, then scowled. Standing up, he
walked quickly towards the guys' bedroom.
"Where're *you* going?" asked Jay, looking up.
"I need more paper," said Keto, and ignored the looks he got.
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OOC - Jay's wardrobe will soon be decorated with ingenious ways of
disposing of you all! :)