/~* A Scroll Tale™ *~\
Choose Your Own
I tried to fight my captors, but everytime that I moved, they clamped down ever harder on my arms. By the time that this fact reached my diminutive brain, it was too late.
Due to your incessent obnoxiousness, your arms have been ripped off by the Brian androids. But you do not get off that easy. In place of those arms, two pieces of ham are sewn on and connected to the nerve endings in those once empty sockets. You are now fit and able to work out the remainder of your life at the Gulag shoveling and thinking about eating your arms.