A very quick kill...

The Dough Boy was really itching to kill more. He walked into the hallway.

A man reading a script was walking by; The Dough Boy hid so he wouldn't see him.

The Dough Boy looked at his knife; he wanted a different weapon now. He thought that his knife should be used for one more great kill.

The Dough Boy reared up...

CHUCK!

The Dough Boy through the knife; oh how accurate that blade was to the head of that man.

His gurggling, bleedingbody fell in the hall; the Dough Boy cheered silently.