Well, if they are trying to kill you, on the whole they're the people you have to kill, aren't they?
“They dined on mince, and slices of quince, Which they ate with a runcible spoon; And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand, They danced by the light of the moon.”
“Well, you know, writers just suck up new experiences - we're just like the vacuum cleaners of newness.”