GET THAT PRODUCER!
The Dough Boy felt the chainsaw slightly increase in weight, but he had to catch up with that producer; he can't afford him escaping and calling the cops!
The Dough Boy ran, and after turning a few corners, saw the procuder trying to hide behind a pair of garbage bins.
The very underpaid man screamed and started running.
The chase was back on!
The producer ran around a corner; the Dough Boy followed.
The producer swore as he saw that he was just lead back to the set. The Dough Boy caught up now.
The producer started to squeal like a little school girl until a man in navy showed his face.
The man walked up to the producer, "Mr! I found you! What were you-"
The Dough Boy reered his chainsaw to grab the man's attention. The man gasped and cowered with the producer.
The Dough Boy leaped up, hugh enough to slice through the air with the buzzing chainsaw. But, the producer was just as quick. He grabbed the man in the navy clothes, and the Dough Boy missed and sliced through the man in navy right through the middle.
He stood for a few minutes; litres of blood escaping out of his mouth. He was together at first, until he fell down, and split into two peices, cut right through the middle.