It hadn't occurred to the producer that Ross didn't have time to change from his vampire costume into such a perfect Jason outfit. He just kept unloading at the hockey mask, shouting louder and louder, until Jason punched him in the stomach, ripped out his intestines and gagged the noisy bastard with his own innards.

Incredibly, the producer was still alive as his tongue savored the offal-like flavor of his colon. He retched at the serving suggestion of disembowelment, but remained conscious as Jason grabbed his shoulders and drove him backwards into the mixing console. The entire panel shorted, the producer danced with electric shock and the satellite link to the studio was terminated-just like the two assistants cowering in the corner of the booth.

Chapter 18, Friday the 13th: Carnival of Maniacs