FOOOUUUND YOOOUUU!

"Dough Boy?" The door was unlocked, and so the Dough Boy just walked right in. The director- the enemy- was sitting on his gargantuan couch with four half-naked women, all looking at the Dough Boy awkwardly.

"It's time for you to die!" the Dough Boy exclaimed.

"You wouldn't!" The director hissed.

"You don't know much, then," the Dough Boy told him calmly. Then...

CHUCK!

The woman on the director's far right had the cleaver right in her temple. She fell down, dead, as the other women screamed.