He goes to a bar and slips somebody a Rupee, then gives them a Franc and some Deutsche Marks.
One goes to the bar for a cold one. The other goes to a morgue.
A man with unfinnished buisness.
Second Cannibal: That was no girl that was my supper.
Sleep at night
Monday will be here in 5 minutes.
Oh wait, nevermind. I'm an idiot...*
He's got somebody else's back, he could probably handle yours.
Somebody shot her.
A slipped disk.
Sheer habit.
