[Spexxvet]

Then he heard the moan. It came from beneath the mattress. He turned to run, then recognized the sound as snoring. It was his jailer - the oaf who had been tormenting him every day for so long. He lifted the mattress, and sure enough, the brute was asleep, so he move the mattress aside. He took a quick look out the door, then closed it. He unplugged the TV, lifted it high, and brought it down with a loud smash on his tormenter's head. The roar of rage was cut short as he wrapped the TV's cord around the sinewy neck and pulled tight. He held on through the worst of the struggling, and soon enough the writhing stopped, just like the breathing had.