Poor woman... never saw the pic coming.
The Dough Boy had been spending much time making this trap.
He had gone back and searched for a new weapon. He had found a pic axe outside the set! He couldn't use it in his size; he figured making a small trap would suffice.
He had hung the pic off a huge rubber band; he hung it high enough so that a good chest wound could be given.
He waited for someone to pass by.
He waited quite a while; his angry rage was building inside of him. A lonely, black-haired woman began strolling from the outside. She didn't see the Dough Boy's trap.
The Dough Boy released the trap just in time to strike her hard in the abdomen. She writhed and gasped as her life flowed out of her.
She was dead in a couple of horrible, painful moments.