The BIG SCARY OGRE!"

Once upon a time, there was this BIG SCARY OGRE! who stayed on the same street corner day after day, scaring the same people day after day. The city council came together and decided to make the BIG SCARY OGRE! the town's "Official Scarer" for that corner. The BIG SCARY OGRE! still stays on the same street corner, but instead of scaring people BIG SCARY OGRE! protects people from being afraid.

This is the story of a police officer. BSO. BIG SCARY OGRE! .

Into his walkie talkie in a low, low, low pitch of voice, BIG SCARY OGRE! speaks into his walkie talkie, "Officer BSO!, Corner patrol. Corner is secure."

"That's a 10-niner, BSO! you are relieved of today's duties. Have a great weekend, sir."

BSO!, now a different color, replies, "Will do."

BSO! Walks into his town flat, a two bedroom apartment three blocks off main in a run-down part of town and hangs up his hat. His BIG SCARY WIFE! takes it out of her hand and holds it to her chest. She lightly kisses him on the cheek.

"How was your day, you BIG SCARY MAN! ?" She asked.
"These streets need someone to scare them," He said. "She's not a nice city, but she's a good city."

BIG SCARY WIFE! curls up to BSO! on the couch as he turns on a war movie with the remote control and lights up a cigarette. BSW! comes back from the kitchen with an imported beer.

There's a knock on the door. BSW! answers. The quivering mailman holds a parcel in his hand, outstretched to BSW!.  BSW! Takes the parcel from the man and then grabs the man's clipboard, signs it, then returns it to the man.

"Dinner's here!" BSW! shouts briskly.

The two sit at the table as whispy air runs through open curtains, a slow motion red candle atop the table as the eat a human head.