[ FF ] Write a horror short where the people inside are not complete idiots .

The man in the ski mask just lays there, bleeding. *Whack, whack. * 
 
 `` Well, so, I guess his, like, tissue grows back?'' Carol said into the phone as she watched us working. `` So he's not *dead, * just, you know, icky.'' *Whack, whack* 
 
 I sit there with the prybar my dad keeps in the garage, gingerly raising it up and stabbing it into the eyehole, over, and over. Bill has his left leg, and is going at it with a chisel. He looks like he's working pretty hard. Barry has the man-thing's right leg, and has an easier time. The, I guess it's called a circular saw? Is whirring on and off. Bill's giving Barry an evil look. Whatever. 
 
 Red shit splatters on my dress. `` Fuck, Sarah, watch it.'' 
 
 `` Sorry,'' she says, her face patronizing. `` I did n't realize you had a date tonight.'' She slowly lowers the power drill back into the giant man-thing's left elbow, severing the tendons there for, like, the sixteenth time. 
 
 I blush. `` Sarah...'' It's ok. Barry did n't notice. 
 
 `` GUYS LOOK!'' Oh, no, no. I look at the thing's right arm, panicking. Brittany's just sitting there with the thing hacked off, as red tendon-tentacle things start creeping back towards the stump. She slowly, gingerly takes the gardening claw across the red tendrils, spins the tool, and holds it up. `` Spaghetti!'' 
 
 `` God damnit Brittany, stop fucking around,'' I say. *Whack. *
