"One" Charon said as he looked at his nails. "Two" he picked some dirt from them. "Three" Two things happened in the same instant: First Charon drove his nails into the man's throat and ripped out his voice box and, two tore a strip of cloth off the same man's shirt and wrapped it around the hole. then tossing the lump of flesh out the window he sat in the chair and said "there I two problems solved, well actually three, One I don't have to hear you anymore, two I get to watch you slowly drown in your own blood, and as a bonus I'm not a frustrated any more"