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shit, girl - i'll take the country music scenario. rednecks are in-bred for maximum lilt when they laugh in their "yuck-yuck-yuck, i'm gonna **** yer ass now, bitch" way. eventually, i'd be able to talk my way out of it.
i hope.
i don't want to die by scalpel, i know that much.
if you had the choice between a.) suction cups applied to your eyes only to have them pulled slowly from their sockets, b.) wrists and ankles strapped to a large, wooden chair so that rats could gnaw away at your hands and feet or c.) being paralyzed from the neck down and having to watch alley cats tear your body apart, even though you couldn't feel it - what would you choose?
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