J.C. Hutchins Creeps Me Out Worse than Sigler

It's official, J.C. Hutchins has managed to creep me out worse then Scott Sigler ever has. Friday, I downloaded some new ringtones and graphics to my cell phone when I read that J.C. Hutchins had made them available via Myxer. Neat stuff, and I highly recommend checking them out. But try to remember when you've changed the ringtone on your phone, or you're likely to have an experience like I did this afternoon. I was just finishing drying off in the bathroom following a nice, hot shower when one of my friends called. Of course, what I heard, slightly muffled by the bathroom door, was a low maniacal chuckle. I live alone, and my dog was basking in the sun out back, so my blood ran cold with the thought that someone was in my house. I was at my most vulnerable, armed only with a towel and a bathrobe, and frantically tried to figure out what I was going to do. Then I heard: "Killroy 2.0 is here. Killroy 2.0 is everywhere." Never have I been so relieved to hear something from one of the podiobooks I've read, let me tell you. That insane giggle scared me worse than a dozen stories about chicken scissors!