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'Now What do you think of us?'

A death troll appeared, as if froe of the shattered ay Its face distorted into a rin

'As I told youI have ed knife

'You have only one life and I shall take it fro cut apart by one who has over three-hundred years' experience in the noble art of vivisection'

The blade glinted in the earlysun Tom prepared hih the lightning-fastblowbut his limbs failed to respond

A three-hundred-year-old brain had rooted him to the spot

'We shall start with the outer extremities'

The refined voice er or two After that we shall proceed to more intimate parts I am inforular part of the e that nature endowed us with only one Most other parts co The surgeon was clearly obsessed with his penisor lack of one Under nore But it wasn't an option He had to face up to the i brute with a vicious knife

Hehappened He'd had similar experiences in dreams This wasn't a dream You could wake from a dream and find yourself alive and well

'Too scared to defend yourself, Professor?'

The knife moved towards his nose Tom's mind raced There had to be a way out This couldn't be the end Fate had always been kind to him He surely had more adventures before hian to undress him He'd had siender But with scissors and for ht of the sirens and how he had planned to rescue them and return them to their families

That couldn't happen if he was sliced up There was soHe couldn't die now Fate lorious death at the hands of an ugly brute controlled by a brain in a jar

'Urrrh!'

The brute burped