We told him not to use the scissors. Jack knew better than to touch them. But he used them anyway. And cut he did. He just kept cutting. Paper, pieces of tape, irregular corners and abstract art. Snip snip snip to all of them. We all know soon he'd try the cut on people. He would tell people the scissors yearn for flesh and thirst for blood. That's why we made sure they were child-proof first, patted him on the head and said "That's nice, dear."