So, let's recap.
My right leg is shattered. It feels like somebody is attempting to shish kabob my patella. Panthor, my battle-cat-sans-rip-off animal, is attempting to eat my right arm.
Battle-cat, companion of my mortal enemy He-man, is attempting the same on my left arm.
Now Beast-man is attempting to consume my left leg, and probably filling my normally sexy man-meat hammock with wiry orange hair.
I patiently wait the next catastrophe to befall me.
Oh great. Orko. Orko! I suppose my broken leg shall become your brunch?
Er ... uh ... do you think Evil-Lyn likes me. I mean ... likes me ... you know.
...
Couldn't you just eat a leg like everybody else?
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