You can't shove your arms down my throat. o.o
Let's do this. I'll knock you out cold with a brick. Then I'll take you out to the desert, and tie you up tightly with rope against a cactus. I'll then rip off your finger nails one by one to wake you up. Once that's done, I'll torture you. I'll take a series of scarves that are tied together and force them down your throat. If you refuse to swallow, I'll pinch your nose to make you. Once we're on the last scarf, it'll be time to rip them all out, of you, pulling them out through your throat, probably with some vomit as well. To make you feel better, I think I'll take a metal pipe and beat your stomach with it a few times. That's sure to cure your pains. Then I'll split open your arms and legs, and pour in some salt to make sure you're getting enough in your body. Then I'll wrap you in a winter jacket, and puncture each finger you have with a nail, to keep you pinned against the cactus, and I'll leave you there for an hour.
Is it hot? I'm sorry. Let's fix that. I'll take off that winter coat for you with this chainsaw. Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to slowly rip apart your arms with the coat. My bad. Here, I've heard leeches make it better, but I don't have any. I hope these fire ants I'm pouring into your arm sockets work instead. What's that you said? They're eating you from the inside out? Psh, stop kidding around. Those fire ants won't hurt you. It still hurts? Fine then. Let's fix that. I'll inject you with some heroine to kill the pain, that sound good? Now just to coat this sword and... Oh! Was your leg supposed to fall off? I'm sorry, I must've given you too much. Here, let's counter that with some bath salts. Yikes, the other leg fell off now? Tsk, tsk. You need to take better care of yourself. Well, I need to run to the store and get some things. Hmm? Oh don't worry, Mr. Vulture will look after you. See? He's circling just above you on look out. He'll protect you. Be good now. See you in a little while.