Fortunately, the ghosts had special ghost-proof-puncturing arrowheads to kill the rats.
There are two kinds of folks who sit around thinking about how to kill people: psychopaths and mystery writers. I'm the kind that pays better. ~Rick Castle
Fortunately there were snakes in the chinks that swallowed the evil rats.
There are two kinds of folks who sit around thinking about how to kill people: psychopaths and mystery writers. I'm the kind that pays better. ~Rick Castle
Fortunate for who? We're getting off on a tangent here!
Unfortunately, (for the ghosts, I presume) Evil rats never die, they just become rat ghosts and continue their haunted nibbling with misty, ethereal gnawers.
Fortunately...the rats and ghosts were swallowed by a tornado and the people of the city were at peace again.
There are two kinds of folks who sit around thinking about how to kill people: psychopaths and mystery writers. I'm the kind that pays better. ~Rick Castle
Fortunately, Troglokan - the evil bunny-hamster-rodentish-thing - was very small. About the size of a, well, rodent.
There are two kinds of folks who sit around thinking about how to kill people: psychopaths and mystery writers. I'm the kind that pays better. ~Rick Castle
Fortunately he was stuck in a cage and taken to the zoo, where he was put in a large glass tank for kids to look at. His plans were on hold.
There are two kinds of folks who sit around thinking about how to kill people: psychopaths and mystery writers. I'm the kind that pays better. ~Rick Castle
Fortunately, there was a rainstorm and the weapons of mass destruction malfunctioned.
There are two kinds of folks who sit around thinking about how to kill people: psychopaths and mystery writers. I'm the kind that pays better. ~Rick Castle