Around me the Teddys start chanting in a strange, half heard voice. The one sharpinging the knife stops, stands and walks over to me. "You know, this is ironic considering my na-AAARRRRGGGGG." I cry out in pain at the teddy cuts a vetrical line the length of my breast bone. The teddy cuts 3 more lines, two parallel to the first and the third horizontally, connecting the first 3. When finished, the cuts resemble a three pronged fork. The teddys, chant's stop and the knife plunges throung the center of the cuts. I take a final, raggered breath and then fall, dead.