At first glance, this seems like your typical, everyday case of a disgruntled waiter or waitress making a passive-aggressive death threat toward a table of loud, cheap assholes. But maybe not. Maybe this is just a kind, compassionate person who, when asked to fetch your 14th basket of Cheddar Bay Biscuits and sixth serving of Endless Coconut Shrimp, just wanted to spare you the irreparable internal damage and put you out of your pitiful, sweaty misery. Then again, it's probably just some serial killer who now knows your name and what you look like.