The man in the shiny black leather jacket stared outside the window, the moonlight reflecting his handsome face, he talked to the lady behind him as they waited for the pudding to fry.

  " I'm sure you're wondering what I want from you, they always do" He turned around when he realized he didn't hear the normal squirming about and muffled shouts, he then noticed that the lady tied up on a chair, mouth gagged was no longer moving, she was already dead. 

 " Damn!"he exclaimed, they always die before the story gets interesting or before the pudding is done