"Edward!" cried Bella. "The gas in this room will kill both of us! You have to cut my leg off!" He grimaced and set down the saw.
"I won't be able to control myself if your blood is in the room!" he yelled. Bella groaned.
"Hold your breath," she muttered, picking up the rusty saw. Edward stared in horror as she held it above her head. Dramatic background music suddenly blared, and the saw stopped, inches from her shin. "Cut it out, Larry," she grumbled. A man in the corner flipped a switch, and the music was gone. In one swipe, Bella hacked off her chained foot. If it were possible, Edward would have fainted. "There!" she said triumphantly, hopping around on one foot. "Your turn, Edward." He glanced at the heavy chain around his right foot.
"I'll stay here," he said, his voice suddenly high. "You go on." Bella frowned and handed him the saw. Wincing, he held it to his calf. Slowly, tentatively, he began to move the saw across his leg. It was just about to break his skin…
"Oh, just snap the flippin' thing off already, Edward!"yelled Bella. He froze and set the saw down.
"I can't." Sad music filled the room. Edward and Bella turned towards the man in the corner.
"CUT IT OUT, LARRY!" they shouted in unison. While Edward was distracted, Bella quickly drew the saw over his white leg and freed him from the chain. He moaned inhumanly.
"Oh, stop being such a baby," said Bella as her stump of a leg bled everywhere. She hauled Edward to his foot and dragged him out. "Quit it," said Bella, "It's not like you needed it. It's just a foot." Edward groaned and collapsed in her arms.