[Electrocuted, hamstrung, and finally shot. Coated in blood, part of it his and part of it someone else's entirely, and he'd known, despite the peace of death, that a man like him would end up in whatever hell may await murderers, no matter how legal their contracts might be.

At least he's not unarmed, in the face of whatever one calls...this. It's white and furred and roaring, but it takes considerably more than that to terrify someone like him.

His retaliation is bright and precise, almost surgical in its efficiency. The double-edged scalpel cuts up, across, down again, and whatever the thing is, one thing he can say undeniably is that it bleeds.

It bleeds, and therefore can be killed.]

[The concept of gift-giving is fairly conventional. The ideas of what constitutes a good gift, however, varies wildly between different worlds.

So today, you may wake up to find that someone has deposited a well-preserved heart or liver upon your doorstep. Packed in ice and vacuum-sealed, ready for use for, er - whatever it is you might use that for. It's an organ just for you, free of debt! How fun.

And hey, if you need a skilled surgeon to transplant that organ for you, he's heading down the street just now like your very own blood-streaked Santa Claus.<sup>1

1. It bears noting that there appears to be nothing resembling a Santa Claus in the universe of Repo!, and this is probably for the best.↩</sup>]