Two policemen are called to the scene of a crime at the Gateway local convenience store in Fareham, England. One asks the manager, Roger Cook, what happened.
Roger replies stolidly, 'There's a man over there covered in Corn Flakes and, I'm afraid that he's dead.'
'That's odd,' frowned the first police detective, 'didn't we have one covered in Bran Flakes yesterday and another covered in Weetabix last week?'
'You're right,' agreed the second detective, 'This is obviously the work of a cereal killer.'
They're doing quite well, seem to have reached puberty; and are happily conjugating.