AHAHAHAHAHA!

The director turned, and looked at the Dough Boy.

His cleaver was literally flooded with crimson blood.

The Dough Boy's eyes were flushed with revenge. It was almost complete.

The director could almost sense that the Dough Boy had killed many to get there. He looked past the Dough Boy, at the four bodies. The girl with the slit throat finally stopped twitching, and with a long gurgle, her hand slipped away from her throat.

She was dead.