Sam didn't want Colby to die, he didn't want Elton to die but he for sure wanted that bitch of a potato to suffer.

Sam wanted Colby to live a long, happy life. After all he did love the son of a bitch. But if Colby refused to love Sam in return he had to find a way to be with Colby forever. Death.

He grabbed the grenade launcher and waddled back into the house. He hid the launcher behind his back when he entered to kitchen. He stared at Colby who was wrapping Elton in toilet paper.

"What are you doing?" Sam asked curiously.

"MUMMIFYING MY FRIEND! WHAT DOES IT FUCKING LOOK LIKE!?" Colby cried, tears streaming down his cheeks.

Sam didn't even bother to question Colby's actions.

"Ok???" He shrugged.

"Are you just going to stand there or help me hide his body?" Colby impaitently asked.

Sam and Colby both froze as they heard the click of the front door unlocking.

"Shit" Colby whispered, thinking it was the cops or fucking Trump or something.

"I'm home!!!" Corey announced.

Sam and Colby both sighed in relief at the fimiliar voice.

Corey walked into the kitchen, staring at his phone unware of the crime scene infront of him. He walked forwards, eyes glued to his phone screen. He tripped over Elton's mummified body.

"Fuck!" He squealed as he toppled over, landing in Colby's arms.

A jealous rage came over Sam. He longed to lay in Colby's arms.

"GET OFF MY MAN!!" He screamed.

Sam quickly grabbed the chainsaw that Colby once tried to kill him with and chopped off Corey's head.

"WHAT THE FUCK!?" Colby shouted, shuddering at the sight of Corey's headless body.