Eva is caught off-guard, and you get a hold on the unit.
A fierce tug-o-war is ensues.
Both of you lean back and pull with all your might, and the little Greek wee-wee is stretched to its capacity.
You jerk toward the left and it sends Eva swinging into a stack of cardboard boxes.
Though knocked down, she retains her grip.
Then Eva gives the weiner an extra hard yank and send you flying toward her, with you still gripping the it.
Your forward motion is halted by the planting of Eva's foot into your groin.
You fall backward, losing your grip, and whack your head against the furnace behind you.
Eva runs away, exiting the basement with Marty in hand.
After a moment of recovery, your head aches, but you can stand.