aha...
"Please, Dough Boy-"
"SILENCE!" the Dough Boy roared.
"But-"
"NO! You have caused all this! I have to have killed at least twenty people by now."
"What?" the director asked. "How can you get away with that?"
"It doesn't matter what happends to me. It's what happends to you."
"Don't do this!"
"You should've left me alone! BUT YOU DIDN'T! I'LL SEE YOU IN HELL!"
"NOOO!"
RAM!
The Dough Boy fulfilled his destiny at that moment. The cleaver fulfilled it's destiny, too. It rammed right into the head of the director.
He gurrgled, screamed, gasped, and died all at once. Which kind of sounds like this;
"BLAVSKIVWABBLERSIZWUVVX"
He was dead in seconds. The Dough Boy threw his cleaver into the sink, rinced it, and then took it with him outside.