After I completed the rubrics based on the performance of each competitor: acciracy, defense, evasion, speed, etc. However, I had to summarize the results for the sake of my coworkers. Before I was selected as head judge for the tournament, I was the administrator who kept track of the numbers. The expenses; the costs of the cleaning products, medical supplies, inventory, not to mention the advertising.

Anywho, I sent the results by email and headed to the administration to audit for any inconsistencies with the finances or the foreign currency that was collected at the time. I revised a glossary which demonstrated the monetary value of each one. The only irregularity I perceived was the value with this symbol (Ğğ), the uppercase letter is reserved for gold coins which are the equivalent of 10,000ğ, the lowercase letter was for any gehnzie bill.

I discarded the glossary, ennui with the subject until I noticed the error upon discovering the purchase of the vacuum. The shop vac I patented was used as a weapon, the attachments were utilized as torture devices. At that moment, I was flabbergasted, mortified to register what I just witnessed.

"What did you see?" One of the I.B.I. agents asked me as he glared through his onscured sunglasses.

"A heinous harem and a potpourri of putrid corpses scattered like splattered paint at a day care center." As a perfectionist that likes to keep things neatly organized, that was my definition of torture.

Not even my youngest siblings would've obtained the mastery of giving me such a headache like they did.