Finally...
The producer continued to run like a little girl; he was extremely close to wizzing in his pants. It's too bad he didn't, that would've been hilarious!
The Dough Boy kept the chase going steadily. He was waiting for the producer to screw up somehow. The time came as they reered around the next corner.
TRIP!
That stupid producer fell on himself. He tripped over, his hands flailing everywhere.
The Dough Boy jumped onto him as he tried to get up, and held him down. The man squirmed and writhed.
"NOOOOO! PLEASE, NOOOOO!"
The Dough Boy reered up the chainsaw, and did what he wanted to do for the past three kills. He stabbed the blairing machine into the back of the underpaid man.
He still screamed and screamed as his blood was splattered all over the area. Only when the Dough Boy decided to stab the machine into his head did he finally shut the hell up.
He was finally dead. Now, there was only one more man for the Dough Boy to kill.