A man sat in a dark corner, a murderous look on his face. He stared at the room, sneering at anyone who dared look at him. Every fiber of his being screamed danger to anyone who dared approach him. All of the other customers began to experience a feeling of unease. They moved about restlessly and many got up and left, unable to bear the tension in the room. Still, the man sat in his dark corner, seeming to be contemplating murder.

A new customer entered the pub, moving to the bar to get a drink. All of a sudden, the man in the corner burst into action, springing from his seat like an enraged beast. He launched himself at the man at the bar, going immediately for his throat. He wrapped his large hands around the man’s throat, squeezing, his eyes bulging with madness. The man scratched at the hands around his throat, struggling for release. But his attacker held on with an unnatural grip.

Slowly, the man’s face began turning purple as he struggled to breathe. Everyone in the pub stood, horrified at the sight before them. Finally, one man ran to the phone and called the police as another couple of men decided to try and stop the man from the corner from killing his victim. But, as hard as they tried, they couldn’t pry the hands off the man’s throat.

With a last painful, gasping wheeze, the man died. The murderous look left the killer’s face and he stood up, unperturbed by what he had just done. Everyone backed away in fear and loathing, hoping the man would leave them all alone. He only looked at them with a small smile on his face and began whistling a merry tune as he walked toward the door.

Just then, the police arrived and the man was handcuffed and dragged out the door. All the while, he continued to whistle his merry tune, taking no notice of the police or the handcuffs, as if they were below his notice.