Volume #3, Chapter 10, Page 78, Panel 3.

Dear Diary I ended up not making the spatula like I though I would. I was...gripped by an odd desire, and I ended up making a knife. It wasn't a very sharp knife though, I had to redo it a few times before it had a decent edge on it. Huh....why did I want to make a knife? I mean, it's simple, but that was a strong desire. I guess there isn't any harm practicing knifes for now though, I have plenty of examples in the kitchen. When my fascination dies down, then I'll get to trying over things, like spoons and spatulas. I guess with practice I'll and get better with it. It wasn't hard to make the knife, at least not as hard as I thought it would be, seemed...familiar. Maybe familiar isn't the right word, it felt...natural to me. Weird.

Guys, I'm an ordained minister.

in a death-defying account of the knives you spit from your mouth i wonder how you play russian roulette with yourself?