Hair orders you to lie down, all the while fondling his cleaver. You lie down,
hesitantly. Then, Hair sits on top of
you, making you more or less unable to move. Suddenly he swings with the
cleaver, severing your arm off! You howl in
pain, blood flying everywhere. Another blow follows, this time with the haft
of the cleaver, to your head, and you fall
into blessed unconsciousness. When you wake up, you notice your arm has been
replaced with a glass one. It seems the
operation was success, after all.