You hear the usual slapping sound of his mother's flip-flops as she enters the garage, "What in the name of- what is this?" She asks, being careful with her belly.
"Oh, hi mom." -setting free the blade so it can drop with a loud thunk. This startles Beth a little, who then taps with a firm point on your shoulder not to do that again- "Just picked this up from a shop; some sort of magic guillotine."
"What's magic about it?" She asks.
"I think it's can cut parts of people off without hurting them. Kind of like the person is still magically ok, just with that part detached." His mother has a look of disbelief, "I hope you don't expect me to be a test subject for this; and how did you manage to sneak this here without us knowing?" you ignore her question and sticks your right arm in the stock before pulled a rope, dropping the blade downward. "Honey!" She cries out in a blood-curded scream, as his arm falls into the basket. He reaches in, unfazed, and picks it up. "See, it's magic," you told your mother, showing the lack of blood and could still able move your arm. Sticking the arm stump against your shoulder as it reconnects, good as new. "No pain, no gore, it's pretty amazing."
She grasp onto your arm and asks, "Honey, I've got an idea with this. But there's no way I'd consider trying it right now due to my current state. Could we wait to try it after my labor?" suddenly pointing to her pregnant belly. You didn't get an idea why, but understand her pregnancy. "Uh, sure, I guess so."
Per his mother's request, you decide to wait. In the meantime, who comes in...
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