What if murder wasn’t illegal?
What if murder was just a thing considered rude–something you wouldn’t do at a friend’s party?
Imagine you were invited to a party at a friends house. While at this party you have a bit too much to drink.
During the festivities you question the host’s taste in decor. You toss out phrases like: garish, glitteringly obnoxious, tasteless, and the truly unfortunate phrase: just plain butt-ugly.
During this party, you cause a perfectly nice couple to storm out after you ask them if they named their daughter Liz because she bears an uncanny resemblance to a lizard.
At some point during the night, you murder a guy named Mitch with a waffle iron.
And through an unfortunate accident, you ruin the cheese dip.
Now imagine the thing your friend is the most upset about is the cheese dip. In fact, everyone is mad at you because the cheese dip was really good.
“Did you have to hit Mitch in the back of the head with a waffle iron?” your friend yells at you. “You made him fall face first into the cheese dip…now no one will eat the cheese dip.”
The next morning you apologize profusely as you make your friend some pancakes. (You’d make waffles but the back of Mitch’s head ruined the waffle iron.)
You apologize for the remarks you made about the decor. The decor is perfectly lovely if you’re colorblind, or just plain blind.
You phone that nice couple and apologize for implying their daughter looks like a lizard. (Just because it’s true doesn’t mean it needs to be said.)
You apologize for insinuating that your friend’s wife dresses a tad slutty. Then you remember that you never actually said that out loud, so you apologize for that.
But most emphatically, you apologize for the cheese dip, because the cheese dip was truly delicious.
What you don’t apologize for is Mitch, because Mitch was a dick. Besides, it’s not like murder is illegal.