In the small town huge city of New York, there was a man named Bob. Bob wasn't the smartest guy; on the contrary, he was rather slow. He had a kind heart and a love for animals. He had became quite deaf from his job, using a jackhammer. One day, Ninja came walking through the city and saw Bob. Ninja stole Bob's jackhammer and kicked him onto the ground. He then turned it onto a very slow mode and put it on top of Bob's head. "Any last words?" Ninja said, smiling evily. There was fear in Bob's eyes. "N-no! Please don't hurt me, mister!" Ninja gave an evil laugh, and activated the jachammer. Parts of Bob's head scattered everywhere, penetrating through about half of his skull. Bob was screaming now, "Please, make it stop! Just make it stop! Kill me!" Ninja laughed, and did stop. Bob continued to scream. Ninja pulled out a few hard nails. He pinned Bob to the ground through his wrists and knees. Knowing that knees were one of the most sensitive parts of your body was a fact Ninja took pride in knowing. Bob had stopped screaming and was shivering and sobbing from the pain. "P-please." Bob moaned. Ninja pulled a blowtorch out of his backpack and put it in front of Bob's eyes, taunting him. Bob was the kind of man who did hard work, and knew quite well what a blowtorch was. The fear in Bob's eyes was obvious, as his pupils dilated two about twice the usual size. Ninja pushed the red button for about half a second and savoured Bob's shrill scream. It was a disgusting sight. Bob's right eye had been completely melted out. Bob's scream didn't end, it just seemed to go on forever and ever. Ninja stood up and stomped down hard on Bob's neck, crushing his vocal chords. He dragged Bob over to a nearby manhole and shoved him down it, and then covered the manhole up.

Ninja vaguely though about if anyone in Bob's life had ever loved him, or would ever have loved him if he wouldn't have been killed. "Hell, I did the guy a favor." Ninja thought to himself, justifying the fact he had killed an innocent man.