I look at my victim impassively as I inflict thousands of ritualistic incisions on Leatherface's unmoving body. No, he's not dead. And no, he's not unconcious, either. I have given him a drug that makes him aware, but unmoving. As he unable to scream in pain, I can see the agony in his eyes. I continue with the incisions, with the percision and speed of a grade-A surgeon. A certain acid that was tempered into the metal of my scalpel prevents the cuts from healing. After they encompass his entire body, I give the order to lower his body into a vat. In which I then I dump gallons of salt and lemon juice. His agony overcomes my 'medication' His scream echo over miles of deserted wasteland. I smirk to myself as Leatherface dies a slow and very painful death
Nice man..... **wakes up** grabs Lord Sloth by his eyes... as his eyes are tearing with blood and puss. Grabbing a chizel while laughing, slices Lord Sloths ears off. Then inserting rusty needles on the tip of the adams apple. Kicks him on the ground covering him with oil, then lighting him on fire. As I laugh "you cant kill me motha ****a!!!"
LoL.