*takes great joy in employing a semi-brain-dead-thrown-out-of-butcher's-school-and-doesn't-have-opposable-thumbs butcher's apprentice, giving it a blunt rusty knife that isn't quite white hot, taking bludgeoned remains of Michael Myers 1, putting them in a blender that's been the accomodation of infected rat cysts for a good few months so it's had a chance to fester and grow, then stuffing small dolls with previous remains, sealing them in a lead lined box with a couple of myxmatosed rabbits then punting it into the middle of a small, angry country.*