"I'm not the type to turn and stare at a perfect stranger seated next to me. Bludgeon him to death, maybe, but not turn and stare."
"...I brought the [golf] club smashing down onto his head. I resisted the impulse to yell 'Fore' as he slumped in a heap..."
"No sense committing an agressive act like murder then running away
like some naughty puppy who'd peed on the carpet."