242. Spit or Swallow?
Amy tries ducking under the spear. She falls down to her hands and knees, then looks up to check on the spear, only to discover that her knowledge of ballistics has failed her once again. The spear had a somewhat lower trajectory than she anticipated, and she now finds point of the spear flying straight at her face.
“Ah, nuts!” Amy mutters.
The spear strikes her straight in her mouth, plunges through her torso, and rips out through the seat of Amy's pants, pulling her backwards along with it and lodging itself in the door behind her.
Amy now looks not unlike a pig on a spit, a resemblance that does not go unnoticed by the house chef when dinner preparations are made. The entire household agrees that Amy makes the most succulent suckling babe they've eaten in many years.
Amy is in no condition to continue this adventure or her life.