"Okay... Now it's very important I cut six inches from the wrist, no less, no more, okay?" He nodded, the thick viens in his neck popping out from under the skin. I took a tape measure to his arm quickly and grabbed the saw. He began bawling, tears streaming down his red face. His forearm fell to the floor, twitching slightly, blood pooling around the limb. As I bandaged the bloody stump, I moaned, "Aw, crap..." He looked up slightly at me, dazed and a little relieved. "I only cut three inches."
;D. "like a possom eating ****."
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