Fourteenth Shift.

Our trio of hapless heroes has found themselves within the company of Every Mart's heart. The beating core that gives this haunted effigy of such low prices it's power.

Lucky the Leperchaun.

Immediately, as faced with such incredulous ineptitude, Tourniquet throws his hands into the air, "Fuck this, I'm going home." He announces and turns to leave.

Cutter stops him and slowly turns him back towards Lucky, whose faces was slowly rotting off in large, meaty chunks.

"We have come for your wisdom O' mighty god of such belittling posture and strength." Cutter bows and kisses the peeling foot of Lucky.

Tourniquet feels his intestines squirm in disgust at this most vulgar display of negligent affection towards such a despicable creature.

Even more so were his qualms solidified the second Lucky opened his rotten skullcave.

"O' pitiful employee of such homicidal expectations, what is it that you wish to be informed upon courtesy the vast recesses of this intellectual mind?"

Cutter looks up with wide eyes, "O' honorless twig Tourniquet wishes to acquire the knowledge of who is that owns this such majestic land. It is he who wishes to know the identity of management."

Lucky nods ever so slightly, "O' humble worm, it would be-"

Tourniquet steps up, "Okay, now what the fuck is this?" He seethes with a bristling rage.

Lucky looks towards him as though Tourniquet had just backhanded him. "How dare you..." He begins to retort but Tourniquet cuts him off once more, "Oh shut up you pint sized keebler elf, I don't even WANT to be here, Cutter here had this brilliant idea that I actually wanted to KNOW this information, though I could actually care less! The thing was he's a sadistic nut with a tangent for ripping peoples heads off and using their bladders for cribbage!"

Tourniquet takes a quick glance towards Cutter, "I'm sorry mate but it's true." Cutter nods, "Don't worry, my last best friend said the same thing before I fashioned ear muffs out of his kidneys."

Turning back to Lucky, "So since I've just been dragged through Hell and back in a literal sense of the term, been forced to take part in this.... orgy of carnal insanity! Having watched Ear Ache give head to..... Hell if I fucking know what... I might as well just ask, Who the FUCK, is the owner of this FUCKING NUTHOUSE!?!?!?"

The unfortunate Leperchaun looks up at Tourniquet with fearful eyes, a slight squeak escaping his mouth, before finally finding his voice.

"Well... umm... if you put it that way, I guess I can just get to the point.... Umm... you see, the owner of Every Mart... Is none other than..."

Cutter strides over and shoves a splintered bone into Lucky's eye socket. Thus proceeding to kick it in with the sole of his heavy boot until an audible CRACK! causes the bone to explode out of the back of the Leperchaun's head in a spewing of blood, brain, and bone.

Tourniquet just stares at the mess before him, jaw hanging open. Arms useless at his sides. Cutter skips over to him. "Well, that was sure fun, we should start heading back though, I suddenly got me a hankering for lasagna!"