It's in the garage.
Disregard the pile of kids.
They came with the house.

"Where's the corpse," they asked.
"You can find him in the yard.
Part of him at least."

Blindfolded and bound,
I eject her from my van.
On to the next one.

If people hear screams,
They tend to investigate.
So put on this gag.

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