(Another Out-My-Ass fic! Enjoy!)
Kyle always disliked the holidays. Being Jewish, he felt extremely left out. As he got older, he began to resent the holiday, and everybody who celebrated them.
By the time Kyle went off to college, his hatred for the holidays was overwhelming. During his freshman year, it caused him to have a mental break-down.
Nobody was really sure what happened. One moment, he was making gingerbread men, and the next, Kyle was shitting all over the floor.
Nobody commented on the fact that Kyle's gingerbread men were decorated like murder victims. Nobody questioned how he got a knife-shaped cookie cutter, or a shit-shaped one, either. That's how people were. They didn't care about stuff that didn't affect them.
Kyle pulled the shit, knife, and murder victim cookies out of the oven. He threw them to the floor and stomped them into crumbs.
"Kyle... What the hell?" Some random girl asked.
Kyle didn't answer. Instead, he pulled down his pants and squatted on the floor. "PLEASE COME, MISTER HANKEY!" He cried out as a nice long turd came out of his ass. Everybody stopped and turned to look at Kyle. What the fuck was wrong with this boy?
Kyle picked up the poop, crying out the name of Mister Hankey the Christmas Poo. He grabbed the girl who asked him if he was okay, and shoved the turd in her face. The girl screamed and then passed out. Kyle squatted down over her face and shat directly into her mouth, chanting the words to the Mr Hankey song.
A couple of big college football players tackled Kyle and held him down while someone called the police. They took Kyle to the hospital, where he was broken out of his psychotic rampage.
After that, Kyle never spoke again.