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Inside the exterior dwells a man with the power. The power to kill.
"It's ok to leave early, but if you leave, you shall DIE!" the man laughs to himself. For he knows that all the housekeepers inside won't hear the last words of that sentence.
"They'll think they have permission, and then I will strike down upon them with a great vengence of death!"
The man heads up to a floor. A floor of innocence. Where the housekeepers prance away as they clean the rooms in hurried pace, while also keeping it spotless.
"You have finished for the day" The man sneers, giving them the ok to leave.
"Dude what's wrong with you?" A housekeeper dares ask. Soon though, she will be asking no more.
The man smiles a cold, wicked smile hidden by a smile which shows off his position of the establishment.
"You've done all the work you needed to for the day and you've done it all well. You have my permision to leave"
"Yeah well you have my permission to buy your own bamboo" Says the other housekeeper.
He rolls his eyes. What does it matter what he buys when the housekeepers are dead. He then thinks to the others on the other floors. He won't kill them today because it would be to suspicious but he rubs his hands together with the thoughts of when they will perish.
"Do you need lotion?"
"No" he says and walks away to plan his vengence.
The housekeepers finish their last room and proceed to shout FREEDOM in the hallway as they take the cart down to unload it. After they do so, they carry down the laundry to their chainmail tossing warrior princess who many or may not have actually been there due to this thing called school.
"FUCK! I really need to kill this damn ragbag! All the rags fall out and I keep trying to put and put more rags in it AND our warrior laundry person has to hang the bag up which only makes it harder. Then when I take it down and have to put THIS MUCH rags in it, it's still hard. FUCK!"
But the housekeeper gets all the rags in and now it's time for both of them to exit through the main side door.
"AND WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?" screams the evil man.
"Um...you like, say we could go" says the first housekeeper in her own personal tone of a working class female chick.
"I SAID NO SUCH THING YOU ESTABLISHMENT DEMON!"
And with that he flings at them lazer doughnuts which cut up their skin and make their entrails fall out.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MY ENTRAILS!"
"I NEED TO LISTEN TO EVANESCENCE SO MY PAIN WILL BE FUCKIN HEALED!"
"DIE!" The man screams, stomping out their eyes, watching them roll to the floor where he stabs them with a fork and eats them so they'll never see again.
The houskeepers lay dead on the floor. No life is in them because they are dead. They will not rise, they are dead. They are so dead. They are not alive. They are dead.
"God now I need to call the restaurant staff to do their job" the man says calling up the taker outter guys to take the bodie to the restaurant so they can then be cleaned up properly.
The taker outter guys take the dead bodies to the restaurant and they're hacked up. They give them to the head boy we'll called marin who lick them all up in an obviously sexual way and stirs them up with butter to form balls and gives them to the remaining housekeepers for sunday brunch.
-THE END
"It's ok to leave early, but if you leave, you shall DIE!" the man laughs to himself. For he knows that all the housekeepers inside won't hear the last words of that sentence.
"They'll think they have permission, and then I will strike down upon them with a great vengence of death!"
The man heads up to a floor. A floor of innocence. Where the housekeepers prance away as they clean the rooms in hurried pace, while also keeping it spotless.
"You have finished for the day" The man sneers, giving them the ok to leave.
"Dude what's wrong with you?" A housekeeper dares ask. Soon though, she will be asking no more.
The man smiles a cold, wicked smile hidden by a smile which shows off his position of the establishment.
"You've done all the work you needed to for the day and you've done it all well. You have my permision to leave"
"Yeah well you have my permission to buy your own bamboo" Says the other housekeeper.
He rolls his eyes. What does it matter what he buys when the housekeepers are dead. He then thinks to the others on the other floors. He won't kill them today because it would be to suspicious but he rubs his hands together with the thoughts of when they will perish.
"Do you need lotion?"
"No" he says and walks away to plan his vengence.
The housekeepers finish their last room and proceed to shout FREEDOM in the hallway as they take the cart down to unload it. After they do so, they carry down the laundry to their chainmail tossing warrior princess who many or may not have actually been there due to this thing called school.
"FUCK! I really need to kill this damn ragbag! All the rags fall out and I keep trying to put and put more rags in it AND our warrior laundry person has to hang the bag up which only makes it harder. Then when I take it down and have to put THIS MUCH rags in it, it's still hard. FUCK!"
But the housekeeper gets all the rags in and now it's time for both of them to exit through the main side door.
"AND WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?" screams the evil man.
"Um...you like, say we could go" says the first housekeeper in her own personal tone of a working class female chick.
"I SAID NO SUCH THING YOU ESTABLISHMENT DEMON!"
And with that he flings at them lazer doughnuts which cut up their skin and make their entrails fall out.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MY ENTRAILS!"
"I NEED TO LISTEN TO EVANESCENCE SO MY PAIN WILL BE FUCKIN HEALED!"
"DIE!" The man screams, stomping out their eyes, watching them roll to the floor where he stabs them with a fork and eats them so they'll never see again.
The houskeepers lay dead on the floor. No life is in them because they are dead. They will not rise, they are dead. They are so dead. They are not alive. They are dead.
"God now I need to call the restaurant staff to do their job" the man says calling up the taker outter guys to take the bodie to the restaurant so they can then be cleaned up properly.
The taker outter guys take the dead bodies to the restaurant and they're hacked up. They give them to the head boy we'll called marin who lick them all up in an obviously sexual way and stirs them up with butter to form balls and gives them to the remaining housekeepers for sunday brunch.
-THE END