Inelda Schnelz had seen a lot of shit go down in her life, including a stint as an Undesirable as well as a Jew at Dachau, which ended in Auschwitz in '45, but this was the first time the shit stood stinking outside the back door of her beloved Herman's theater after sundown.
It was also, if she wasn't mistaken, dropping maggots on the worn concrete of the loading dock that same back door opened up on.
"Well, well, well," she grated, "I didn't think you'd make it this far, Uncle Jacob, but I forgot how fast shit runs downhill even in this dry climate."
Uncle Jacob's only response was a slushy howl. Schnelz was hard of hearing, but even she was able to make out, "You nafka!", "My ledger!" (Which sounded like "slesher"), and "How could you?" in that revolting torrent of teeth and bubbling, rotting flesh as he lunged for her throat.
The old lady calmly stepped back as Jacob Raus, losing body parts, clumsily slopped past, "It was easy after you turned my Herman and me into the SS as "Undesirables"." She reached for the long push broom she kept inside the back door for dirty jobs and easily kept him at a handle's distance. "What was your reward?" The heavyset old lady took a deep breath against Jacob's ghastly stench and using the end of the broom, shoved Jacob wetly towards the door in a long streak of filthy decay – how dare he defile Herman's pride and joy? "Did they pay you in marks or in dollars?" she snarled, "Or did they turn their backs so you could drive across the border and out of the 1,000 Year Reich unharmed when you threw us under the bus, uncle?"
Chunks of Raus's decaying flesh landed wetly on the floor as he strained to get at her, milky blind eyes bulging before bursting in their sockets, the bones of his gnarled hands white and sharp as he snagged and tore off one of her sleeves.
Digging her heels into the worn rubber doormat for purchase Inelda bellowed, "Lign in drerd un bakn beyg, may you lie in the ground, and bake bagels!" and without losing her grip on the broom, the old lady slid-shoved her uncle by marriage backwards onto the loading dock and then over the edge, where he landed with a loud "Splattttttt!", a wet mass of decay and squirming maggots on the cracked asphalt.
"Nobody screws Inelda P. Schnelz without paying, this includes family!" Mrs. Schnelz screamed, tossing the broken broom after him before slamming the door shut and locking it. Whimpering, the chunky old lady leaned against the door, bare tattooed forearm pressed hard across her heavily painted mouth to muffle any screams that might be tempted to escape.
After ten minutes according to the nearby time clock, she cautiously peered out the window set within the steel door.
The damply glistening heap of rotting meat, soggy business suit, and Wingtips hadn't moved from where it had landed on the cigarette butt strewn cracked pavement.
Still, Herman's Uncle Jacob might be faking it – he was after all, a momzer, an asshole.
The dragon of Freddy Fazbear's sighed with relief when a few minutes later a passing stray dog spotted the squidgy, decaying mass on the ground at the foot of the loading dock. Sniffing, Fido trotted towards the revolting heap before hurriedly resuming his journey unharmed towards to dumpster behind the Bronze a few doors down, tail clapped tight between his trembling, scrawny back legs.
Some carcasses weren't worth rolling in. Raus was one of them.