"Okay, uh... woops!" Colin said as he flicked the wing to the ground.
The waitress handed him another wing and he pretended to slip, knocking it in the floor as well. This went on until the whole tray was empty, and Colin had used every excuse from a sneeze to sauce in the eye.
"Here's your new order of wings, will that be all?" the blonde asked with a twitching eye. Colin saw a bottle of beer on her tray and made his move.
"Yes. Oh and by the way..." Colin paused as she leaned in.
Colin smashed the bottle and swiftly stabbed it into her neck, tearing her throat in a spurt of blood.
"Any of you other bitches want some?!" Colin shouted as the waitresses screamed.
"All of you, oka-aaaaaaaay!" Colin shouted as he slipped on the wings he tossed aside. As he flopped over the smashed bottle came down and stabbed him in the throat, blood pouring out of his neck.
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Game Over: Maybe tossing a bunch of saucy, greasy wings in the floor wasn't a good idea.