Prybar, prybar, your palms yearn it's cold touch. To grasp it once more, as you've done so many times...
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Prybar, prybar, your palms yearn it's cold touch. To grasp it once more, as you've done so many times...
Still not force time. You're just not getting there... the prybar is primed, but you lack the ability.
You stick the prybar into the fissure beneath the lid and push down. It doesn't take much force -- with a satisfying crack, the metal gives way. You can open the lid now.
Ask the manager? Bullshit! Go straight for the prybar and pry this baby wide open!
Force time isn't happening. You've jammed the prybar under the lid but it just isn't bending.
Forget about it? Like you forgot about your life? No! You cannot forget your own body, and your body cannot forget...
No matter how strong you think you are, this is really not something you should be attempting to do with your bare hands.
Prybar, crowbar, leverage displacement tool of the gods. Your hands have held its paint-flaked metal one hundred thousand times.
You force open the sealed metal lid with your goddamn bare hands. It is open now. It could not resist your supra-human strength.
What was that about no clawing around the neck? You'd be clawing for your life...
After some deliberation you sink the cutters into the knot tying the belt together. You squeeze the rubber handles together, sweat forming on your brow...
Yes. That's much better form than you had.
As it ought to. This is where its grip on the curdled meat is gentlest, pulling up...
The spine is bent more than the lieutenant compensated for. This buster's actual height is about 1.85. And no, you could not take him straight on.
He's really doing it -- the dead man's teeth cut into his gloved hands.
You jam the cutters right under the knot -- that seems like a smart idea. Yeah, somewhere there. Already they're buried deep in the man's flesh. Then you rotate them to get a better hold. Then...
Don't let him ask twice! DIG IN, SON.