She's looking kind of erratic, isn't she? Um, I don't know, no, look at this, she's just running, oh my, well, it looks like she's a little disoriented or something, it's always possible the gal could be on something...oh, [off screen: woah, oh my god] she's got an asp get off, get off, GET OFF IT—GET OFF IT
Does it not follow, Alcibiades, that the truest pleasure is to be had from scragging that wee gobshite painter who snuck in from the Fox Channel?
So it would seem, Socrates.
UPDATED with Bonus Suicide-by-Cop (to assuage our BLOODTHIRSTY DESENSITISED commenters who demand SENSATION and GORE)
...Also sourced from Ptak Books.
I blame the insatiable public hunger for gladiatorial spectacle that ruins it for everyone.