Hundreds of miles of road with nothing but angry squirrel waiting and watching for your bus to run down. Your bus gets a flat. You stagger out of the bus stoned out of your gourd on some pills. You are attacked be a frurry hoard he begins tearing apart your crotch. You look down and can see bones running down to your knees and your own pelvis bones are showing...no signs of your scrotum.
You lose cause you did not listen to your instincts.