Really now: If you can't get me my newspaper on time, how can you expect me to refrain from killing people? - Darkly Dreaming Dexter

But what could I do? Be stupid for a while? I wasn't sure I knew how, even after so many years of careful observation.

It took me a moment. I blinked, and suddenly it swam into focus and I had to frown very hard to keep myself from giggling out loud like the schoolgirl Deb had accused me of being.
Because he had arranged the arms and legs in letters, and the letters spelled out a single small word: BOO.
The three torsos were carefully arranged below the BOO in a quarter-circle, making a cute little Halloween smile.
What a scamp.

I poked at the white paper bag. There was nothing left inside. Just like me: a clean crisp outside and nothing at all on the inside.