Alastor sighed as he dropped the bagged body into the hole, placing his hands on his hips to pop his back.

"There has to be an easier way to do this.." He muttered to himself, but froze at the sudden voice behind him.

"I love your work!" Someone said, making him quickly turn to see who it was. He panicked as his eyes glanced to the hole behind him, mentally cursing. 'Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!'

He then pulled out a gun and aimed it at the mystery person, glaring at them heavily.

(From a comic by Eerie_patron.)