160. Death By a Million Cuts
Amy decides to head for the windows. Maybe she can escape outside and circle around back to the front entrance, avoiding this crazy old man entirely! She dashes as fast as she can toward the window and, as she hears the cocking of the gun, drops into a baseball-style slide.
BOOM! CRASH! Tinkletinkletinkle!
The shot misses Amy, instead blasting the window above her into a million little pieces. A million pieces that shower down on Amy’s prone form. One thing Amy had not counted on was that glass, when shattered, is quite sharp, and it feels like every single one of them finds a way to slash across Amy. When the crystal rain is over, Amy stands up in a daze.
Paff!
Amy’s T-shirt and jeans disintegrate into a pile of blue-and-black cotton fluff on the floor, as Amy’s movement eliminates what structural integrity remained. For a brief moment, Amy stands in a pink bra and heart-print panties.
Whoosh!
Amy’s underwear undergoes a similar transmogrification as little bits of pink, white, and red fly off of her, revealing her reasonbly-sized bosom and well-trimmed thatch of pubic hair.
Splish-splish-splosh!
Now Amy herself collapses into a thousand bite-sized Amy chunks, crumbling to the ground in a meaty little pile. Staring curiously at the remains of the erstwhile adventuress, the old man shrugs and decides to inform the cook that he’d stumbled upon a rather generous helping of stew meat for dinner.
Amy is in no condition to continue this adventure or her life.