[22] written by Anjee

You mumble some lame excuse that your mother doesn't buy and
head for the mess that is known as your bedroom, still hiding the
forearm under your shirt. However, as you were running up the stairs,
your new toy falls from your shirt and begins tumbling down the flight
of stairs, landing on your dogs head "yELP!@". Your mother walks up
to the dog and finds the rotten forearm and thoroughly examines it.
You begin to wonder why she hasn't screamed yet, and slowly approach
your mother only to see a grin draw onto her face -- she's contemplating
something!

* If your mother bites into the forearm and swallows a mouthful of
rotten flesh and maggots, go to [24].
* If your mother violently slaps you around with the arm, go to [25].