Gentlemen, you can't fight in here. This is gurochan!



The young blonde caressed the cereal box, smiling.

“Gur-O’s. Just one bite, and your taste buds will-“

A loud bang rang out, and the girl’s head was literally blown away, brain and skull flying everywhere.

“Cut, cut, cut!” boomed the director, visibly frustrated. “Too early, she didn’t complete her line!”

She gestured angrily at the nervous teenager holding a smoking magnum. He apologized as two other aids took the headless body away to join the growing pile of teenage corpses. The director sighed.

“That was our last model, which means I’m up. For gods sake, get it right! Lights, camera…”