"Your heart for takeaway..." the next song played in the pizzeria. I lip-synced to the song, since it was my favourite.

Suddenly, a man in black suddenly rushed into the eatery and slammed on the counter. Intimidated, the cashier quivered, "W-what would y-you like s-s-sir?"

The man turned his head up and thought. "Hmm... ah! What a lovely idea this song has given me!" he chuckled.

"YOUR HEART FOR TAKEAWAY!" he screeched loudly before taking out a huge cleaver and stabbed it into the cashier, before scraping his heart out violently.

"Thank you."