Seventh Shift.

Tourniquet was taking a delightful stroll through the store during one of his ill-gotten breaks.

"Ear Ache will be fine handling that box compactor by himself. I mean how complicated could it possibly be for him?" Tourniquet thinks to himself.

He stops in his tracks as an enormous explosion erupts behind him.

The intercom comes to life in a panic.

"Emergency in the compactor room! Emergency in the compactor room! Seriously who the fuck tries to make a grilled cheese with propane tanks and a compactor?!?!?! Emergency in the compactor room!"

Tourniquet adds a little more speed to his steps and starts heading away from the commotion. And instead stumbles upon Cutter greeting people at the front door.

"Hello there little girl..." He coos at the child who giggles. "Would you like some candy?" He smiles happily and the little five year nods excitedly.

Cutter's smile degrades and falls off to reveal his rage stricken face and he takes one deep, long breath,

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK THAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He roars into her face. "Go buy your own fucking candy you snot nosed FREAK!"

The little girl just stares at him slack jawed for a second before bursting into tears and running after her mother who wasn't bothered by the incident one bit.

Tourniquet walks up and gives Cutter a disdained look. "Picking on little kids again?" He asks and Cutter smiles innocently.

"They're so much fun. I stuck a kid in soda machine earlier and made his sister spend seventy-five cents to have him dispensed." He proudly says and Tourniquet shakes his head.

"Sometimes I wonder why they haven't carted you out of here yet." He muses and Cutter's face splits open in a malicious smile. "Oh they tried. But I nibbled off the straight-jacket peoples toes and drove the ambulance into the side of a Denny's. They haven't tried again since..." He chuckles.

Tourniquet raises an eyebrow. "They said that was a terrorist attack....."

Suddenly Cutter's jaw drops and his eyes center upon a doctor entering the store. "YOU!!!" Cutter screams and rushes forward, throwing his weight into pinning the man into the wall.

"What the hell?!?!" the man shouts and Cutter screams the intro to the twilight zone. Tourniquet runs up beside him. "Dude what are you doing!?" He shouts and Cutter's head twists around to face him. "It's HIM Tourney, it's HIM!" He screams and Tourniquet grimaces. "Please don't call me that." he replies sourly

"Seriously guys this is NOT proper customer service!" The man squeaks and Cutter focuses upon him again, "Silence you asylum spy!!!!" He roars and the man looks at him quizzically. "What?"

Tourniquet looks between the two of them. "This is better than television." He chuckles.

"I'm not a spy!" The man screams and Cutter rolls his eyes. "Yeeeaaaah right, that's what the last guy said." Tourniquet leans in and whispers, "Umm the last guy was telling the truth..."

"Yeah!... Well this isn't that guy! Isn't that right..... Jimmy!?!?" Cutter screams and aptly rips the man's head off, expecting it to be a mask.

Blood explodes everywhere in a horrific flood and continues to spurt out as the head is completely severed from the body.Cutter grows silent and releases his grip, letting the body and head to fall lifeless to the ground, still oozing rivers of blood.

A moment of terrified silence ensues.

"........umm. I don't think that was..." Tourniquet trails off and Cutter sighs, "Dammit not again...."