Perfect!
The Dough Boy kept on running.
He assumed the lack of people was due to the rain, but, eventually he spotted an older teenager walking the street.
He was tuning his iPod lazily, so the Dough Boy easily was able to slice the young man's throat open.
He fell numbly to the soaked ground.
The Dough Boy didn't mind taking the iPod, though. It wasn't a weapon, but it was still a necessary tool.
He turned it to full volume and ran away as the boy laid there, dead.