Third Shift.

The store was bustling with un-life as employees and victims alike shuffled around hopelessly aimed at completing the pitiful tasks set before them.

From collecting groceries to organizing shelves not one soul was saved.

Meanwhile overhead, the static ridden intercom crackles to life.

"Attention victims, if you own the blood stained minivan with the baby strapped to the tailgate, you left your lights on."

Tourniquet snickers, who in their right mind would have their lights on in the first place?

Now Tourniquet returns to unpacking an ungodly amount of toilet paper with Ear Ache miraculously assisting him.

From out of the corner of his eye he spies a victim rolling her hearse haphazardly down the aisle towards them.

She reaches out a clawed talon and picks up a particular brand.

"Angel soft.... such a sickening name..." She spits and crinkles her nose in disgust.

"Well the name helps promote what your arse will feel like after you use it." Tourniquet informs her wearily.

"Well couldn't they have used something a little less... holy?" She replies sourly and Tourniquet shrugs.

"Well what would you like it to be called? Arse Rape?" Tourniquet chuckles and mocks making a call, "Hey hun, can you get Arse Rape on the way home? haha."

The ghoul stays utterly silent in response to his utter stupidity.

"Hey come on that was funny! Right Ear Ache?" Ear Ache looks intently at Tourniquet, one eye slowly trailing off to the side. "Heheh, Bunnehs." He responds happily.

Tourniquet looks back at the ghoul, "Umm yeah, I like to assume that he's saying yes..."