Sacred Haven of Debauchery

I tear open a package of croissants.

Actually, I did that once. I walk into the kitchen, see a roll in a package on the table, and it's completely unsuspecting. I take a knife from the table, sneak up on it from behind, and deliver a powerful blow, immediately cutting open the package, and then a couple more quick and precise strikes. The roll was dead, and I was full. Because, as they say, "A good killer is a well-fed killer."