The door opens.  You are there, hunched at your keyboard.  She approaches
slowly, the edge of her chainsaw glistening red in the light from the
hallway.  You are typing, letting out a chuckle now and then.  She raises the
chainsaw high in the air -- and switches it on.  You turn in shock.  There
is not even time to shriek as she slices downward...

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO MY CHARACTERS!?!?!?"

Does this make me Kevin Bacon?

--Sean Gaffney
--being obscure tonight...