"Tonight's the night. It's going to happen again, and again. Has to happen. Nice night, small town America has its virtues. I love the southern food; biscuits and gravy, my favorite. But I'm hungry something different now. It's been with me for as long as I can remember, this urge. Whispering to me, to go out into the night and hunt. My dark passenger. My name is Dexter, Dexter Porkin. I don't know what made me the way I am, but whatever it was left a hollow place inside. People fake a lot of human interactions, I feel like I fake them all. And I fake them very well."