Date - Let it bleed

Hey, what are you guys doing? That's not the way! Y'all got nothing but sawdust in your heads? Come on, take off his clothes. It has to be done before the next shift starts. Bunch of idiots!

They were used to swearing and when the boss appeared their ears closed automatically, but not tonight, not after they had been ordered to be present at the Unox meat canning factory at nine o'clock sharp.

What the heck, said slaughterer Hank, he was the only one from his team who remained and as he left the toilet room he wasn't pleased. He had counted on a date with the assistant, not with a dead, naked body on the floor.

Before he knew it, a gun was pointed at his face.

If that's convenient for you, please give those fools a helping hand. What's being canned today?

Stew and Frankfurters said Hank, he didn't care much about what happened at work outside of working hours.

What is the procedure?

Skin him, let it bleed, chop him up next the mincing machine. You better do some sawing on the skull and skeleton. He covered his mouth in horror.

Am I complicit now, he stammered.

Of course not, go make us a cup of tea, the boys know the way and they'll be gone within the hour. Better skip the stew and the sausages from your menu. That corpse did not lead a very healthy lifestyle.

Hank nodded and was satisfied that he was not accountable, that is free from charge

and that the assistant had not forgotten him.

Call if tea is ready, she said and he smiled, it promised to be a good night.

27-1-2024