First, the nail blasts through his flesh and wedges halfway into his jaw. The thwack of the gun firing and the sickly galuck sound of the metal splintering bone sends a delicious thrill down my spine, and I can’t help but groan in delight. It went in so deep. And Jerald! Look at him go! It’s akin to when fish get pulled out of the water, how they jerk and twist and flop. Well, Jer-Bear can’t twist and he can’t flop, but oh baby, can he jerk!
