Whack-a-Humole Live by Paul Lewthwaite

“Okay, Mike,” said the TV host. “Forty-five seconds. Whack ’em all and get your life sentence commuted.” Mike bared his teeth, hefting the bloodied sledgehammer. Zany music blared out. A sack-covered head, emitting sobs, popped up from one of six holes cut in the stage. Mike hesitated, then swung hard. Bone shattered. He missed the next. The third he pulverised. Raise. Thwack. Raise. Thwack. Breathing hard, he splatted the last before the music stopped. The audience roared. “Fantastic result!” said the host. Blood dripped from the gore-drenched stage. “What’s that, Mike? Where’s your family? Ah… well, freedom comes at a price.”