Dawn Of a New Day: "Crush some of the pills with the knife, make lines, then snort them."
Jeffory: "use the BUTCHER KNIFE to cut off your fingers in exchange for the life of your daughter."
Oh, right. You still haven't taken your pills.
...just like the day before.
......and the day before that.
Huh, maybe that's why you've been doing all this stupid crap like shitting in your chest and blowing up your room.
These MIRACLE PILLS usually help maintain your... tendencies.
Since you haven't taken your dosage the last few days, you decide to just double up on it today and take several at once.
You crush them all with your BUTCHER KNIFE and snort them, because taking them that way is just cooler.
Aah. It always burns so good.
However, you begin to feel a little... different.
Hey Abram! Your children are in trouble!
"W-what, who said that??"
I did! Your friend, the Butcher Knife!
"I... I-I uh don't, have any kids..."
Sure you do! You have lots of children who look up to you!
"No... I don't like kids, I'm not going to have children..."
It's too late for that, Abram! For it is written in stone!
"My kids?"
Yes! Many of them are in great pain!
You know what you have to do. Blood for blood, Abram.
"I... must?"
Sometimes the best choice is not the easiest.
Yes, just like that! You can do it, Abram!
You position your hand, and take a swing at your fingers.
Shortly after, you black out.
You have muddied dreams about fathering many children, so many children.
Hundreds, in fact.
Then, you are awoken by a familiar voice.
"Sir, your sausage is complete."
"G-guh, hwat...?"
"Also I have replaced your fingers with robotic digits. I hope you do not mind."
Sure enough, you got some neat robot fingers now.
Maybe this shitty little fairy isn't so bad after all.
Still groggy, you attempt to head outside to get some fresh air, but it looks like Kyle decided to put one last barrier in your way.
It's fukkin locked.
