You look at his stumps. They must make for great conversations those stumps. I mean, it's not everyday that you get to see people with hands shot off by projectile vomit.

As you stared more closely at the stumps, you notice something strange about them. There's something growing out of them.

"Say, Greg," you say, "I can't help but notice... there's something about your stumps."

"What's that, Ray Ray?" said Greg. And you stare at those stumps now. They are mesmerizing. You can't take your eyes away from them. You just can't. You are so drawn to the stumps you don't even notice Greg stabbing you with safety scissors.

A week later, the local news headline reads, "Deranged Amputee Strikes Again, Local Sailor Dead"

You are dead.


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