He was six foot eight and weighed in at about 175 pounds. He was lanky to say the least. He had glasses and a one foot beard. He was known as the mad baker. He was in his mid twenties and lived in the basement of his mother's house. His mom was a widower as her husband had died when he was only two. So the fatherless mad baker never knew his father and never asked his mother any questions about him. He just didn't care. His mother raised him as best as she could. But she knew he was different from the other children but it wasn't because of his height. It was because of his unique personality. During aptitudes tests taken as a kid, the mad baker was considered a genius. An off the charts genius. School bored him and he was constantly getting in trouble because of his sick pranks he did on other children, something he continued as an adult. The public school board recommended that he be administered anti-psychotic drugs at the age of ten. But his mom said no. So the mad baker was expelled from school where he was home schooled by his mother, who was also a very intelligent person.
During his childhood the mad baker was a daydreamer and at the age of 5 taught himself to draw and paint. During his early teenage years he excelled at art and by the age of 14 he was getting paid to do professional work. There was one thing about his art that concerned his mother and that was that it was perverted and gore filled in a sadistic sense. But she didn't say anything as she knew that he had a very rare talent.
By the age of 18 he was working professionally in a studio, but despite his talent he was continually fired from each of these jobs because of his pranks that many viewed as deviant. So he got a job as a baker on the graveyard shift in his early twenties. He still did art but he had such a bad reputation that nobody wanted to deal with him as he was too unpredictable and volatile.
Things were going okay a month into his new job as a baker when his supervisor began to call him stupid. She did this persistently which upset him, but he didn't say anything to her and decided the best way to get back at her was with one of his sick pranks. So in the change room where she left her shoes he decided to urinate in them. When she put them on he was standing only a few feet away laughing at her. He received a reprimand which was dropped because he told human resources that she repeated called him stupid.
About a month later the lead hand in the bakery began to tell him he was a creep and a pervert. She did this to him for about a week. Then one day she noticed a penthouse magazine in the top drawer of her desk. She pulled it out and her hand was covered in semen. The mad baker had ejaculated on the magazine. He was offered psychotherapy or termination. So he took the therapy.
He returned about two months later. Everyone was leery of him. All he did was smile at everyone and laugh at them. They talked about him behind his backs so he deliberately added extra yeast to the bread and it wouldn't stop expanding until the ever grow blob of bread nearly filled the bakery. He threw back his head in laughter and received a reprimand.
That's when his two female supervisors began to sabotage him so they could get fired. Then one morning at 7am sharp the managers of the overall grocery store came in and saw the mad baker sitting all alone in the lunch room. They then went down to the sales floor to do their rounds and that's when they noticed there was no one in the bakery. They went up stairs to ask the mad baker where everyone was and that was when they noticed him finishing a drawing of the entire bakery staff roasting in the ovens.