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First, Raine, I bend you over my knee and strike your bottom with a spiked club for NOT POSTING A MINIMUM OF THREE SENTENCES, then I hog-tie you in a rusty chain and place you on a Spanish Donkey. After tying 100lbs weights to each of your ankles, I then proceed to pistol whip you with an AK-47. Finally, I pour myself a glass of egg nog and sit back as I watch you slowly get split down the middle through your crotch.

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( REDING ROOLS ES FOUR IDIOTS! ) I'd suspend your body over a deep chasm with hundreds of fishing rods placing in every place on your body from the flab on your upper arm to your genitalia.Then after words, as you lay in the air, bleeding slowly your limbs will be tied with ropes holding massive sponges that each have a light water flow going over them, getting heavier and heavier slowly. Until, SNAP! Your joints are cut by the ropes and your left arm is severed. Followed shortly by your right leg, then onwards. As you lay as a stump bleeding in agony until your own body can longer live and you fade as the fishing rods drop with you into the abyss.

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( REDING ROOLS ES FOUR IDIOTS! ) I'd suspend your body over a deep chasm with hundreds of fishing rods placing in every place on your body from the flab on your upper arm to your genitalia.Then after words, as you lay in the air, bleeding slowly your limbs will be tied with ropes holding massive sponges that each have a light water flow going over them, getting heavier and heavier slowly. Until, SNAP! Your joints are cut by the ropes and your left arm is severed. Followed shortly by your right leg, then onwards. As you lay as a stump bleeding in agony until your own body can longer live and you fade as the fishing rods drop with you into the abyss.
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I begin to tie a rope around your genitalia... I have you stand at the top of a skyscraper... I push you off the skyscraper with the rope tied to a pole... As you fall down the rope reaches its limit and your genitalia is ripped off... I then go down to the bottom and shove a large 5 dollar foot long down your throat...

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We begin our 'fun' with a quart of ice cream. Chocolate ice cream. Little do you know that I've spiked the ice cream with an exotic form of rogue toxin, which begins to take effect after a few minutes of eating. Your blood feels like you're on fire, You ask for help, screaming in agony as the pain sets in. There is now way you could possibly escape the effects of the drug. You claw at your face, which feels like it's on fire, in an attempt to rip that wretched skin off. Your fingers eventually find themselves lodged in your eye sockets, and you push inwards, crushing your eyes. You're on the floor now, kicking and crying out for help, crying for your mother. Blood runs from your eye sockets, down your arms. Eventually you start to convulse, and the sound of your screams are soon replaced by choking gasps for air- your throat is filled. The stomach acid begins to burn away to the weakened walls of your stomach, another side-effect of the drug. Slowly, your insides begin to dissolve in the acid, and you are dead within minutes.

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You driving down a country road and your breaks give out. You slam but nothing happens, suddenly your speeding vehicle smashes into a tree. You decelerate extremely quickly smashing into the windshield with your head, your passed out. You wake up, you've been pulled out of the car and your head's bleeding. You remember you had a passenger with you, he's gone. You stumble onto your feet, your dazed and most likely have a concussion. You move on though, looking for your companion. The road is dark and night has fallen. You move along side the road slowly using trees for balance. Vision is getting more and more blurry, the stars barely light the road in front of you. You finally collapse, and lie across the grass to the side of the road only... you feel something, something soft. You manage a good look, your friend. He panic and call his name but no movement, he's dead. Your in shock, your concussion is getting worse and this is sending you over the edge. You scramble back, kicking a sharp rock into the middle of the rock. Startled you trip over the ground and move back towards the crash site. Suddenly, a light comes, it gets brighter and brighter. You turn to face it. ...You wake up, you've been pulled out of the car and your head's bleeding.

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I begin by tying your pony legs together with steel barbed wire and then having you dangling over a roaring fire. I then use my rusty, previously bloodied, and blunt stop sign to cut your legs off slowly and painfully while you're still alive (and cooking, literally). With you legless, I take the rest of you (still alive), and, holding you by your tail, bob you into water repeatedly, and then in your final moments, I cut you into pieces, stuff those pieces into plastic chip bags, and stock up the nearby school's vending machine with "Pony Pieces", now sold in 3 different flavors: Original, BBQ, and Sweet & Sour.

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I take a knife, and slice your skin off. Then, I bind and gag you with said skin, while proceeding to remove the top of your skull. I empty your skull of brain fluid, cover it in honey and put a wasp nest over your head. The wasps sting your brain over and over again, killing you. If, by some chance, you survive that, I surgically remove piece after piece of your brain until you forget how to breathe, and die.

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Let's begin.

First, I strip you of all of that bothersome clothing, piece after piece after piece. Then, to your utter horror, I place you in a huge glass box on the top of a small town deli. A crowd gathers around the deli, laughing at your predicament. You try to claw your way out of the box, but you fail miserably. Someone in the crowd says something very offensive- you respond with an equally offensive comment. The crowd takes offense to your insult, and start climbing towards the top of the deli. As I stand there, laughing, they take the box and throw it off the edge. As it hits the ground it shatters. Shard of glass get lodged in your legs, arms, stomach and groin... but you are free! Free at last from that clear prison! You make a mad dash for the nearby woods, but the crowd is hot on your tail. You quickly exhaust yourself, but not without losing the crowd- you're safe... for now.

A week passes, and you feel rejuvenated (Though the wounds from the glass are starting to look infected), ready to move out of the woods at a moments notice. You start walking east, away from that hellish town that you once called home. Little do you know that you are being followed by your best friend... me.

I sneak up on you, you never saw it coming. I bring my hand down onto your skull, driving the palm with a magnificent force into the growth cracks. Your head splits into three pieces, and muffled screams come from your throat. You collapse, bits of brain spilling out of the widening ravines in your head. I take a finger and jab it into one of the gangrenous wounds caused by the glass. More muffled screams. I, with a flamboyant laugh, take a vial of acid out of my back pocket. I swing it in front of your eyes, which follow it. Your tears, though, are not normal at all... They are tears of blood. Laughing, I open your mouth with ease and pour the caustic substance down your throat. Your screams are soon replaced by thrashing fits, as your throat has begun to dissolve. It reaches your stomach and burns through the walls, leaking down and destroying your intestines, liver, kidneys, the whole lot. Soon you are in too much pain to even handle basic movement. In a final act of mercy, I deliver a swift kick to the exposed brains. You are silenced.

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