[ WP ] The harmonica player is about to kill you .

`` I'm going to kill you.'' Spat the harmonica player. The bassist played something dark and menacing. 
 
 `` I really did n't mean it.'' I said firmly, holding my hands in front of my chest. 
 
 `` Oh, you want to take it back? Maybe reattach my best friend's head? Maybe he'll even play us a little tune!'' The harmonica player laughed harshly. There were tears in his eyes. `` Look. I'm going to cut you up. Into little. Tiny. Pieces. Maybe I'll feed you to my dog. Maybe I'll feed you to my cat. Maybe I'll eat you myself.'' He sneered. 
 
 I gnashed my teeth. `` It was nothing personal. Just a paid hit. I have nothing against you, or your dead friend.'' 
 
 The harmonica player seemed taken aback. 
 
 `` So let me leave.'' I continued. 
 
 `` You're unbelievable.'' He said, his voice suddenly high pitched. `` Completely unbelievable.'' 
 
 I sighed, reaching behind my back for the other knife. This one was shorter, but no less effective. 
 
 Leaving a witness would be messier anyway.
