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Let go of my balls!

Henry swung his bald head like a club, figuring, at least he could use it as a tool. A tool for killing.

Sadly, his head didn't really swing at all. It locked up somewhere between the top two vertebrae of his spine. And as he thought of those vertebral bones, sandwiched together, pressing hard against their cushiony grey matter, he tasted bile. Immodium. He needed that sweet chalk to coat his inner lining.

There were still what remained of his knees. And the hips that had made him famous. He thrust up with all his might, willing the bitch into the air. She rose a bit, as though a wave had passed under her, a pleasant bump. "Now look who's got his fiesty back," she purred.

Let go of my balls!