Jeffery watched in horror as he was strangled before his very eyes. “You see,” the man said to the Jeffery in the chair, his voice almost a snarl,”We can’t have you spreading such things to other people. I really do wish you would’ve made the right choice, Jeffery. I really do.” He then made a pulling motion with his hand, and Jeffery’s rightt arm was ripped off, but the mist-rope around his neck prevented any screams from escaping. A second pulling motion, and off came his left. Blood spilled everywhere, and the real Jeffery felt he was going to be sick. Would this have truly been his fate?

The mist-ropes then ripped off Jeffrey’s legs, and even more blood spilled onto the already-drenched floor. Then, finally, off came Jeffrey’s head, and landed at the real Jeffrey’s feet, eyes wide and mouth shaped in a silent scream.

Jeffrey then felt himself being pulled, as if he were going to be ripped in half, but then, suddenly, he was back in the chair, facing the man. “Now, aren’t you glad you accepted?”