Classic infictive tales comics page three
Just as you are dangling your left nut out, as per the ritual
the doors burst open, and cops flood in, waving their guns. Your left nut shrinks into your body as per fight or flight syndrome, and, thinking quick, you grab a handful of chemicals, throwing them at the cops in a dirty yellow ashen rain.
They fire their guns repeatedly now, lead cutting through air, often finding your body on the way; you dance back and fall to the floor, dead.
The End