sal goes to your mini fridge, takes out a alfa can of whipped cream, walks over to you on your phone, laying on your stomach knees bent. he sprays the can; empty. he walks out of your room. he's back in 15 minutes. with a brand new full can of whipped cream. he takes your socks of, while remaining full eye contact as you look over your shoulder. pours the entire thing on your feet, bends down. with his front teeth he impales your foot. the hole in centered under your toes. you continue to stare at him while bleeding out. until you die.
