A grinch? *takes a long pull from a whiskey bottle* Yeah, I killed one. Found it in an alley, matted fur, bloodshot eyes, had a dead who in its jaws. Poor fucker had tried to touch it with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole. Shoulda been forty. *takes another long drink, slams the bottle down* Held its throat shut till its limbs stopped thrashing. Saw the light fade from its eyes. Didn't even realize till it was over the damn thing took one of my fingers. After that, I swore to myself, I was done. Threw my who-hatchet in the lake...