"La Puta Madre," I thought to myself. "Well, I need to ring the news stations and warn the masses of a serial killer on the loose." I got up from my desk, the mustard stain from the hotdog still on my brown blazer. I walked over to the chief's desk, opened the door, and peeked through. Chief Holt yelped and quickly closed a tab on his computer.

"Err... Sorry for not knocking," I said.

"What do you need?" He said, flustered.

"The Christmas Killer is back. I am going to call the stations and let them know."

"That's fine," he responded. I closed the door.

I was sitting back at my desk now thinking, "Jesus, Christmas Killer and walking in the boss in one day? I am one unlucky dude."