Today my apple was a big Movie Studio boss called Big Apple Billy. His hobbies included forcing people to opt out of the Working Time Directive so he can work them to the bone in a slave labour style working environment, caring more about making money than making good movies and satanism. His last words were, “You have to work the bank holiday. I also want you to stop sleeping as you never get any work done when you are asleep.” These last words reminded me of how much of my life I have given up for bastards like him, so before I ate him – I smashed him to pieces with a hammer. He tasted like a victorian factory owner.