RIP Christina Oyelowo aka "Chri Chri"

I am the one who knocks. Dressed in my finest Mormon attire, I knock upon her door and wait. The dogs bark, calling me forth to shoot their owner. No response. Another knock. The dogs beckon me again, this time I hear a latch click. She emerges draped in a blanket with only an iPhone as a weapon. I give her my speech. "Do you have a moment to talk about our Lord and savior?" She apparently does not. Though, in a stroke of luck, the dog attempts to get past her and she must exit her house. She steps out, and draw my weapon before she can react. I shoot her once In the head then walk away. She bleeds in to the snow, a nice contrast.  A simple yet elegant kill.