"Wait! You can't leave me like this!" Your disconnected arms flopping about for emphasis, trying to iblindly inch your hands closer to your head. The pizza girl stops as she's midway down the attic steps and turns to face you. She shakes her head and starts to walk back up the steps.
"You're right." She says before scooping up your arms and sticking the on the wall and severing your connection to them! She then sliced them off and dumps them in the trunk with your legs and torso!
"Hey! Wait a second!" But it's too late to protest as she grabs you by the hair and picks you up.
"I can't have someone finding you after all. I might lose my job." She says as she swings your head while walking down the steps. She closes the attic door and leaves the rest of you in the trunk as she makes away with your noggin.
"Come on! You can do this! I said I was sorry!"
"Yeah well, sorry isn't cutting it. Heh. See what I did there? Or did it go over your head? Ha!"
The latinas shitty puns cause you to groan as she walks back to her car and tosses you into the passenger's seat.
"What are you going to do with me?" You ask, pretty nervous at essentially being kidnapped by the spiteful pizza girl. The pizza for starts the car and thinks for a second.
"You know, I don't really know. I guess I'll just-"
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