AcmeShorts

"Damn! No Guest Shorts Pending? This is fucked up and I'm completely devoid of creative thought at the moment...well, that's never stopped anyone before, I'll be damned if the Guest pride is to be tarnished in this fashion" he thought, absently pushing a teste up into his stomach, "I'll just write something stupid and fix it later."

He typed until he was mostly satisfied, and went back to work unable to come up with an ending. He was vowing to fix the inconsistant verb tenses, and punctuation spelling errors before the 3AM-EDT deadline.

However, seconds after the short was submitted he was covered in blood and shit, his lifeless vessel twisted at the business end of a barbed, steel cable that for no reason at all shot from the ceiling and into the top of his skull with a pop. It continued straight through him and out his anus where the end umbrella'd open and split his rectum like an inverted, razor sharp high-colonic. There he dangled dripping bloody liquid shit and intestinal filling onto his lousy swivel-chair in his windowless cubicle, quickly chilling in the over air-conditioned environment.

The last thing that went through his mind was his asshole...no, ya, the other way around.