"Fuck you! What are you going to do fire me? I fucking quit dickskuckers now let me go". The boss steps out of the shadows. He is holding a cruel looking knife. He walks right up he flicks it over your leg. A sharp sting as the blade carves flesh. A small long incision and weeps blood. You yell in pain and say "You can't do this the cops will put You in jail!". The Chief of Police Roy Porkus steps out of the shadows. "No my Man, if You kill him that's alright by me", I'll make sure the cops don't bother investigating his disappearance". The thump knuckles together in some odd perversion of Masonic hand talk. Porkus hands your boss a hack saw. You scream and writhe as he seizes your head and proceeds to saw your right ear off and put it down the front of your shirt like its a frog. You scream in agony "You can't kill me, my family won't rest until they see justice done!". Your family steps out of the shadows. "I shall sleep fine tonight after I watch You die son".
You are feeling your last reserves of hope begin to slip.