affame_le_geant_the_rotten_apple fyn gula puppertwinkle, no longer frightened of frau werzenwozen now that she exposed feignez's hidden treachery, busily explained the intricate details of the german lady's life threatening bullying to saumboo. "ella esta tirando de su ala que," he reported with trembling excitement. "ella puede quitariai." he said that frau werzenwozen was pulling the woodpecker's wing, threatening to yank it off. "ella lo ha traido en se," saumboo said. feignez had brought this misery upon herself. the woodpecker's pitiful cries were evidence enough that her existence was being challenged, but hearing that frau werzenwozen was setting into the action the process that could eventually end up snuffing out feignez's flickering light of life, saumboo felt his way over to the bird and grabbed the other wing himself. feignez, startled by his force of hatred, struggled in vain to free herself. she appeared like a minature christ hanging on a cross of condemnation, but instead of dying for the sins of the whole world, she was being crucified for the sins she committed against boffden. to saumboo, the recollection of feignez's despicable relationship, ever since they were duped by her into thinking they had rescued her, was nothing but a series of intangible self-made myths woven in between false pretenses and ulterior motives. "please," feignez said, finding that speaking was a temporary way to alleviate the burning pain of having the wings torn from her body, even for a brief moment. "i admit i was wrong, but it breaks my heart the way you are so untrusting of me. you do not know how valuable i can be to your cause." she looked deep into the eyes of puppertwinkle in a valiant attempt to win even his pity. but he looked away, not wanting the burden of guilt placed on his weak shoulders. "please stop!" she screamed. "it won't start stopping until it stops stopping," saumboo said, quoting a ben kweller song. "besides grand narratives are always invincible." he pulled tighter on her left wing and feignez gasped with the whiteness of bright pain. frau werzenwozen maintained her hold, still lost in her dream state. her eyes rolled about under her lids in r-e-m activity, signfying boffden's communication was in progress. feignez reached the breaking point of desperation. "I AM JUST CAUGHT UP IN PROINA'S JEALOUSY! I AM NOBODY! I AM NOTHING. PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!" "civilian casualties are unavoidable," saumboo said, and with a sudden, sharp, violent tug, he tore the left wing from her body. frau werzenwozen, following suit, ripped off the right one. there was only minor bleeding, not as much as one would think. like a rotten apple that hung for weeks collecting the intrusive bacteria that would eventually destroy it, feignez's body fought gravity and fell to the ground. 020720 what's it to you? who go blather from