'Are you absolutely sure you can't give me a better deal?' asked Father McKinney.
'N-n-n-no...sir, I'm not authorised to give money off!' urged the shop assistant.
'Very well, then' McKinney replied calmly, reaching for another toothpick. He waved it before the assistant's face, smiling as he squirmed in the chair he'd been duct taped to.
'Please...please Father, NO!!!'
McKinney inserted the toothpick into the man's bloodied eyeball, next to the three he'd already left there. Jammed under each of his fingernails were more.
'I'm buying that 60" plasma telly for £200. And not a fucking penny more."