William stands in the doorway of a pie factory, his hands on his hips. He breathes in deeply, inhaling the smell of the fresh pie. "Ahh...", he lets out a refreshing sigh. His eyes are closed, a content smile on his face. His eyes suddenly dart open and he yells, "WAIT JUST A FUKCING MINUTE!" He walks quickly through factory, "WHO THE FUKC HAS CAKE?!" Many workers hide behind the machines, fearful of the last time he found cake. "WHO THE FUKC HAS CAKE?!" His voice tears through the sound of production and terrified screams. He stops dead in front of a young man, who's shaking. "Wheres the cake?"
"I...What cake?"
William opens his right hand slightly and a shiv slides out of his sleeve and lands in his hand. "The cake I smell."
"... In... My..."
His sentence is interrupted by a small, filed down, cold piece of metal piercing through his neck. The young man falls to the ground, his hands grasping at the metal in his neck, a pool of blood forming.
William motions down at the dying man, "Make that into a pie then send it to my office." He has a smile on his face, unlike any other. He goes back to the front of the factory, his steps drown out by the sound of increased production. He overlooks the workers and the pie, "Ahh, another great day at the pie factory."