"Yo, Ozuma!" Ozuma turned towards Mariam's bright, upbeat, colourful voice.
"'Sup, babe?" He asked.
"Do you think anyone's going to care if I start doing backflips on the tables?"
"Umm... The uncolour-coordinated lady at the till might..." He suggested pointing towards the woman behind the till, watching them all, making sure they weren't trying to kill each other. "I'm going to call her Sally..." She wore a hideous red and pink and orange dress with neon yellow heels, her make up wasn't even colour-coordinated! Blue eyeliner, green lipstick, way too much blusher, and red eyeshadow that stopped, literally, 0.333...mm from her eyebrows... Ozuma and Mariam cringed at the sight of her.
"Um... Okay... Do you think you'll be able to get rid of her?" Mariam enquired.
"Oh, yeah! That'll be easy! I'll tell you when it's clear." Ozuma rushed off.
Mariam had no idea what evil, menacing plans he had for that horrific woman. Maybe if he blew her up, she'd be happier; she wouldn't get any more looks that say, 'what... the... hell... is... that... monstrosity...?!'
"Ahhhhh!" The high-pitched, ear-smashing scream of the till woman rang through the bowling alleys as she fell to the ground with a loud thud.
'What is he doing to that poor lady?' Mariam was rapidly thinking, massively terrified of what his plans were for the lady, who, was actually wearing a white and green name tag that said 'Sally'.
Ozuma stumbled up to her, heaving the heavy load in the black, zipped up body bag he was dragging behind him. "All clear!" He managed under the weight.
Mariam just sighed. She climbed up onto a table and started happily doing her backflips, landing professionally on her feet every time. Ozuma watched, his eyes wide and following her high and low.
"I'm just going to finish her, she's only unconscious at the moment." Ozuma said to Mariam as he started off towards a supply cupboard.
"Oh my god..." Mariam said to herself, pausing her colourful backflips. Was he actually going to kill that lady?
Well... He tried to. Ozuma ran out of the supply cupboard and outside. When he came back in, brick in hand, his expression was crazed, ready for murder. He ran back into the cupboard, clutching his brick tightly to his chest. Everyone could hear the smashing sound of the brick, Ozuma had bounced the brick hard against the wall, all the chips flying with great force, back onto the woman. She couldn't scream, not even that amount of pain was enough to wake her from the deep, dark sleep Ozuma had forced her into.