Let's do this, Dough boy!
The Dough Boy strod onto the set mischeiviously, his knife in hand.
He krept along the walls silently; waiting for his first victim to come to him.
He stood still behind a curtain waiting, silently.
"Hey, Bob," a voice started nearby. The Dough Boy looked, he recognised the short man as one of the camera-crew. "Bob? Where are you?"
The Dough Boy took his chance. He ran from behind the curtain, anxiously, and pounced. He stabbed the camera man right into his leg.
"ARRRRGGGGHHH!"
The man knelt down in pain; the Dough Boy climbed up his shirt, grabbed his hair, and slit his throat fast and disorganised.
Blood shot out forwards and the man fell down. He made a couple gasps for air, but shortly died.
The Dough Boy felt the warm blood on his arm.
This was going to be fun.