Laura as her 60's hippie, and me as the "cereal killer". You can't see my bloody spoon (as opposed to a bloody knife...get it?!), but you'll see more pics of me later. I spent a good 30% of the night helping people figure out what I was...it was mostly dumb blondes that couldn't get it. I even went so far as to make a stabbing motion with my bloody spoon, and show her the sign on my back that says Killer. She guessed that I was a bunch of bloody cereal that had exploded. Yes, that's it. Get your tubes tied, idiot.