The man was cowering, his jaw quivering in fear as he waited for the inevitable. There were tears now, slowly dripping down his chin as he whimpered further and further in whatever foreign language he spoke. He sounded scared as he begged, his scarred arms gripping the legs of his captors. Slowly, a shotgun entered the frame, and the man grew silent. His face an odd mask of serenity as they blew his head into pieces. Seriously, there was very little left, it was like fucking scanners or something.

My coworkers looked at me expectantly, of course, I should have been expecting this. Show the new guy some fucked up viral video, watch him squirm a bit. Well fuck it, I wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction. I shrugged, my face was impassive. “Probably should’ve put a towel down or something.” They just kind of looked at me for a second, then shrugged it off themselves, going back to joking around with each other.

I walked back to the deep fryer, my brow furrowed in concentration as i replayed the video in my head.

Who the fuck was filming?