I come into the house through the garage just like any other day but this time my family is tied up in the family room and some maniac says "I waited for you to come home because I wanted you to watch them all die" and he is holding a straight razor to my youngest son's throat. And I calmly reply "wait a minute, I want to savor this moment, I have been waiting for it my whole life" and he has a puzzled look on face but I have already seen my hand and so I look down and the sheath of my sword is in my other hand. I grip the handle and there is a pause he can see the sword now too and trys to back away from my son his hand trembling as he lifts it to try and protect himself, but it's too late. Time stands still for just moment more and then my draw is perfect the blade is halfway through him when I my wife's scream
NOT ON THE CARPET!!! KILL HIM ON THE LINOLEUM!!!