What's that sound you hear from Anton and his trout's corner of LJ?

Why it's the sound of silence as I contemplate, mid time sensitive project, which weapon of choice it will be when I fucking kill the person messing up my database stuff!

Will it be:
-the large novelty pencil from Ireland a friend brought back as it pops the hot liquid jelly of her eye as I drive it into her brain cavity?

-the 330 pages of my manuscript as she's sedated to a bed, her body pumping with blood thinner as I paper cut her slowly with each and every edge of paper?

-lowering her duct tape bound body into a tub of Drano and let the chemicals do their work until I have a nice, shiny skeleton for Halloween use?

-cover her with three Dance Dance Revolution pads and keep on groovin' til I finish the game?

Stay tuned, true believers!