Milton's incessant giggling is annoying, but other than that, Milty's butt isn't that bad a place to sleep.

    Soon you drift off.

    An indeterminate amount of time later, you feel someone tugging at your legs.

    They pull, and then they pull some more, but your head will not budge.

    Soon there are two people, with one pulling each of your legs.

    You can hear a them grunt as they yank as hard as they can.

    This failing, they stop yanking for a moment.

    You hear a muffled conversation they are having in a foreign language.

    Then you are carried a short distance and down some stairs.

    They put you on what feels like a pool table.  Your wrists and ankles are grabbed and tethered to the table, making it impossible for you to move.

    Next you hear the muffled sound of a loud motor whirring nearby, and getting closer.

    "Mmph phmph?" you say.

    These are your last words.

    The Papamagaritus's family chainsaw relieves you of your head.

    Milton is happier now that he doesn't have to drag around your body wherever he goes.

    But he still has your severed head lodged up his ass.

     For that, a specialist is needed, and Milton flies back to Greece for the surgery.
 

Your final score is:

46