Kill more... people!
The Dough Boy, happy from his first victory, set off for his next kill.
He pranced the hallway and opened the first room; the janitors closet. And sure enough, the old, mexican janitor was asleep at his very cheap desk.
The Dough Boy tip toed into the closet, thinking of a way he could kill the underpaid man.
He thought he should go with something simple.
He climbed up the man's unconsious body up to his shoulder. He stabbed his bloody knife into the man's chest.
The man awoke with a start, feeling the vast amount of pain.
The Dough Boy took out the knife, and the man was about to scream, but the Dough Boy stabbed his neck, silencing him.
The man made one, long, loud, gasp of breath, and then writhed a bit, quietly.
The Dough Boy hurried up the death process by stabbing the man square in the heart. He isn't going to wake up again.