Back in Junior High, used to have a friend, a bit smaller than me. We used to have Mano-A-Mano knife [butter ] fight. Shirtless, we'd wrestle for a while, until I would disarm him and pin his arms behind his back. He had a pretty visible heart beat, which would be pounding at his lower left pec. I'd place the tip of the knife just over his pounding heartbeat as he struggled to get free. Then, I'd jab the blade at his chest, stabbing him right through his heart,. He'd stiffen his lean body and cry out. His chest would be heaving, and he'd be coughing as I twisted the knife over his chest. I'd hold the knife against him until he lay still, dead, his head on my chest, listening to my heartbeat.