Can I use a knife?

Ace here...

So I keep bringing to you, the readers of our blog, proof that I think Jammie wants to kill me. If her telling me that she hates me everyday, or that she takes me to workout bootcamp is not enough, let me give you exhibit C....

It's an early Monday morning. Ace and Jammie are "working" on some assessment crap in her office. Okay, Ace was telling her to put swear words in the survey and Jammie was typing away at her computer completely ignoring Ace. Apparently Jammie likes her job and does not want to join Ace in the world of the unemployed bums. Who would have guessed! The conversation then turned to a friend who recently was in the hospital. Ace commented... "I know of a lot of people that have been in the hospital lately. scary." To that Jammie replied, "You better not have to go to the hospital." To that Ace could have only one comeback... "um you forget that I'm an uninsured bum right now. If I got sick or had to go to the hospital... well we just couldn't take me. If I get hurt just do the easiest thing... just shoot me. like a horse." Instead of the sympathetic reply she was hoping for Ace instead heard this.... Jammie: "I don't have a gun. Can I use a knife?" Ace exploded... "What the crap?! The whole point is to give me a quick painless death not to gut me. Geeze! What the crap? It's true... you want to kill me! I'm blogging about this... actually I'm blogging about this right now. Geeze Jammie! Ouch, really a knife."

So if this was a clue game here would be my guess... Prof. Jammie, in the office, with a KNIFE!