Fucking Mark Shems! You saved this one. You wait two whole weeks looking for a wonderful chance to make him suffer and die. You catch him along in the Men's room after three O'clock break. You Taz him and he falls to the urine speckled floor. You thrust his face into a unflushed toilet while punching him in the kidneys. But somehow he gets free of your grasp. He punches you once in the face knocking you back. He flees out of the John like the hounds of hell are asking. He doesn't even take the time to wipe the green/brown half liquidized shit from his face and hair.
You start after him when you hear the crew screaming! He ran right in front of a forklift as it was about to pick up a palette of chemical yeast. The fork caught him in the stomach and drive him into the palette impaling him, making blood and bile spurt from his mouth. Haha! He is dead and it was clearly an accident his fault. He knew better to to sprint around a industrial complex.
Ha ha again.