Choppy sink fan goes SSHHHHHVWOKOKOKOKOK and then your fork falls in and it goes VKVOKVVOVKVOJVOVNVOVK like a maniac. You quickly reach to turn off the disposal. You reach into the glory hole. When you are exploring the parts of the unseen world, the disposal turns on. You rush to dial 911. Do you dial it though? Is your hand worth the 5 thousand dollar ambulance fee? What about the surgery? You cannot afford that. You do your own medical treatment. You chug some whiskey, snort some cocaine, and amputate your own hand. It’s better than the doctors doing it and running your poor ass into debt for the next three years. Infection appears on your stump forearm. Pus oozes from it. You feel cramps, as if your hand was still there. You lose feeling in your arm. The infection travels. You die. Your family pays 20k for a funeral, and everyone forgets about you.