Why do I call these “back knives”?
Well, when was the last time you used a steak knife on a steak?
Never? Can’t remember?
Well, when was the last time you used that knife to stab someone in the back?
Try to remember. Think hard.
Think long and hard about it as you sit in that chair, tied up and gagged, wanting to scream for help and wondering what I’m going to do with you.
With this knife. This back knife.
This newly-sharpened, shiny back knife.
And your lovely, precious back.
Maybe later, after burying you, I’ll grill a steak.