“Michael, you know, I have some pliers. A great pair of pliers. They have this grip on the handle; it is just sublime. Now, I’ll be honest, I was going to rip your fingernails out with them, because frankly I think they can get a good hold. A firm hold, really. But…” I tug on the bungee cord. The plastic crinkles as Michael wriggles to get away from me. “If you don’t watch what I do to Cora, I will peel the skin off your face and make you eat it.”
