[ WP ] End a story with `` ... a punch to the face ''

You know that smell of mould? 
 
 Of course you do, we all know that smell. Sticks to the mucus in your sinuses and hangs about ‘ till you ’ re finding it hard to breathe. That room was that smell, through and through, and it didn ’ t help that the poor schmuck in the chair had pissed himself twice already. ‘ Tell me if you need to piss and I ’ ll get you a bucket ’ I kept telling him, but the idiot wouldn ’ t listen. ‘ just let me go home, I swear I didn ’ t mean to offend him ’ ‘ my family, my kids, my wife ’. Well I swear I could put a ball gag in every idiot who ends up in this room ’ s mouth, play a record with those words over and over and I wouldn ’ t miss a damn thing. 
 
 This is where you end up when you offend Chairman Worthing, in the piss-and-mould room with a flickering florescent light bulb and little old me. They ’ ve heard stories about this room that make the toes of the Liberation War veterans curl ( Honestly, I ’ m honoured ). They bring you down here on Chairman Worthing ’ s request and I tell ‘ em to pick a number between 3 and 7 ( Lucky numbers, you know? ) I tell them one will be a painless death and the other I ’ ll have my fun until the crackle of the intercom tells me I got another dope on the way down. Of course none of the numbers are pleasant, and none are painless. I don ’ t get enough ration points to be painless, you know? They all get their own little song and dance about it – they all get their own agony, but it always starts with the same thing, something to wake ‘ em up a little, really a little Hors-d-oeuvre …a punch to the face. 

