Flippy jolted awake in medical.
"What happened? Did we win?"
A nurse came over to tell him that, yes, The general was dead.
"Where are my friends?"
The room got uncofortably silent. Nobody dared to speak. Flippy sat in horror, as he slowly remembered what had happened.
"No... NO!"
The nurses sat helplessly as flippy began to cry.
"NO! They can't be dead! They were my best friends!"
Sobbing, flippy lifted up his hand to wipe away the tears.
Bad idea.
"OUCH-" flippy said as he poked his eye. He then looked in confusion at the bones protruding out of his arm- right where his hands used to be.
He began to cry even more as the nurses sat and watched.
"W-w-w-what happened?" He blurted out inbetween sobs.
One of the nurses came forward.
"You... don't remember anything?"
"N-no."
"You cut the general and his entire army to shreds. You single-handedly defeated the whole army and defeated the general without hands. Look, you stuffed his head into a pizza box."
The nurse proudly held up the box as flippy stared in horror.
"I did that?"
"Yes, flippy, you did that. Now come on. We have to fix your hands."
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