I snatch up the four remaining guys in my left hand. They squirm and writhe around on my massive palm.
"Ok, so you guys have probably all enjoyed the wishbone at Thanksgiving. Think of this as Thanksgiving," the devilish glint in my eyes were enough to strike fear into even the hardest of men - and these were momma's boys.
I pinch the 21 year old's legs all the way up to his hip with my right hand. I manuever my left hand so as to keep the four guys trapped, but pinch the single guy's leg around the calf area. The guys looks so mortified looking down at their frat brother hanging so precariously.
"If you guys win, I'll leave you all alone. If I win, I do whatever I want." The guy hanging upside down is whimpering like a puppy. I start pulling. I can't keep from laughing at the position these punks are in. I let up a little. The relief on everyone's face doesn't last long. I start pulling again. This time slightly harder.
"Boy, that's gotta hurt," I say at the tortured man's expense. I can feel muscle separating from bone. Speaking of bone - that guy down my jock must be getting squashed. This is all very exciting for me. Time for the big tug. RRRRIIIIPPPPPP. The remaining guys only ended up with a leg. In the thrill of the moment, I accidentally put my entire weight down on my foot. The two guys struggling under my foot are instantly pulped.
"Too bad, so sad. You lose," I snarl at them as I drop the larger portion of their friend down on top of the group of guys. I do grab the leg and slide it into my mouth stripping off the meat with my magnificent teeth, "Tastes like chicken."
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