User:Drew R. Smith/pound

You keep pounding on the door until your wrists break. Even still, you are determined to break through this solid steel wall. You take a step back, bend over, and ram your shoulder against the wall. You can here bones snapping. You decide to give it one more shot. You back all the way up to the opposite side of the room, and give it a running start. You trip on the tables legs, and fruits, veggies, forks, knives, and you all go flying. When you land, the thought suddenly pops into your mind, I think I have a fork in my eye. And sure enough, when you open your eyes you have no depth perception. You pull the fork out, and attempt to grab the hammer from the crate. Due to your shitty depth perception you get your hand a little too close to the chainsaw blade, and it cuts your wrist open. Blood gushing out of every orifce, you give up and sit down nd wait to die. .

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