Death by light... that'll be the day...
The Dough Boy traveled down a bunch of empty halls and rooms until he saw someone.
He was just dozed off in the corner of the room; the Dough Boy noticed that a flourescent light was hanging over top of him.
The Dough Boy also noticed a hole in the roof of the room. He climbed up a bookcase in an opposite corner up to the roof. He swung and jumped across two light posts stealthily and silently. He jumped and grabbed the edge of the hole, and climbed on up.
The little space was just light enough for the Dough Boy to see the target wires. They were quite thin; except for the main one. He didn't want to bite it for fear of electrocution, so he needed to cut it.
He didn't have anything to use!
He looked down the hole for anything he could use. Scissors! He saw a small pair near the bookshelf; he wondered why they were there.
He jumped onto the lamp below and then jumped to the floor. He made a quiet thump.
He climbed the desk and snatched the scissors; they were small enough for him to carry them with ease.
He put his plan into action! He climbed the route to the top again, and snipped at the large, thick wire with his scissors. The wire thinned and thinned until there was a snap, and then a very loud crash. A sizzling sound followed.
The Dough Boy climbed out the hole onto the lamp with his scissors still in hand; the man had been crushed, and then electrocuted by the light that had fallen on him. A bit of blood had launched from his wounds onto the back wall.
These scissors were quite handy; the Dough Boy decided to keep them with him.