Ghandi sits at the dining room table passed out next to a gigantic empty bowl of beans.
You open the silverware drawer and remove the largest knife you can find.
And then...
<<thwack!>>
It worked!
Your arm is free!
Your ass devours the cut-off hand, and then burps.
Your stump is bleeding profuesly.
You are making a mess of the dining room. Ghandi gets blood all over him.
Anna walks in the room.
"Hi, Anna," you say cheerfully.
"Oh, hi, Bra-- AAAAGH!" shouts Anna. She sees your blood-gushing arm and runs away screaming.
You head into the kitchen, and then up the back stairs, a trail of blood marking your path.
You head for the bathroom, but the door's closed.
<<knock knock>>
"I'm taking a bath!" says Sarah.
"It's important!" you say. "I need a band-aid, and some bactine."
"Brad, can't you wait?"
"No, see, my hand was stuck in my ass, so I had to cut it off. Now my stump is bleeding like crazy."
"Get lost, Brad, you sick-o," says Sarah.