Hang the DJ.

I killed someone today. No, it wasn't one of those "I accidentally hit a pedestrian and I'm so broken up things." This is a pre-meditated murder. The victim's name is inconsequential -- let's just call him "DJ". I'd be lying if I said I didn't find it exhilarating when I wrapped my white belt around his throat. I could see his juggler vain sticking out. And then he was gone, and I went to McDonald's and got some french fries.