text: <|endoftext|>death: I'm gonna kill him,"Eve said, or at least that was what it sounded like filtered through the pillow.Stake him right in the heart, shove garlic up his ass, and-and-"And what?"(Michael)When did you get home?"Claire demanded.Apparently just in time to hear my funeral plans. I especially like the garlic up the ass. It's...different.<|endoftext|>