Cancerhead cackled in his chair hooked up to awful IVs that fed blood into his arms because that is how he lived by sucking the blood of people who did not have cancer.

"WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO DO, JACK SPARROW?" he cackled with a monstrous cackle that was like evil breath breathing up out of his mouth in a laugh, "WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO DO TO LIVE?!" and he pushed a button that released deadly bees into the air

deep below in the cavernous depths of the warehouse castle, Fingerling saw the deadly bees buzzing at him with razors attached to their heads, they were like bees that were bullets, "DAMN!" he yelled, "BULLET BEES!!!!"

suddenly the crackle of the loudspeaker crumbled his cookie, "YES! YES! I'M SO INTO THIS!!! NOW YOU WILL KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE, SPARROW! NOW YOU WILL KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO HAVE CANCER!"

Fingerling thought fast and looked over to his side, the bees still BRRROOOOWWWW damn! Look out, Fingerling! That bee almost got you, man! Holy shit, here comes another one! Holy fuck, bees! the bees circled like vultures that were also bees circling a rotting piece of Mufasa, Simba's father who got killed by antelopes and Whoopi Goldberg.

Fingerling crossed his arms and he had guns in his arms and he barrelled down the hallway of the warehouse castle, barely avoiding several guillotines and a pendulum and also holes in the walls that shot out darts. The bees followed close behind, so fast that they looked like flying fireballs.

He rounded a corner and then a glass wall came crashing down into the dusty must of the floor. The speakers crumpled again, "SPARROW" came the deadly sweet and gentle voice of Cancerhead the Jigsaw Killer as a TV screen flipped on and a Jigsaw Puppet started talking to him, "I WANT TO PLAY A GAME."

suddenly a spotlight lit a spot in front of him where his son Robin "The Nightwing" Sparrow was strapped to an eclectic chair filled with needles and syringes and also rusty nails, it looked like someone had dragged him through mud and slathered him in sand and also it was very grimy and Jigsaw said "if you want to stop the bees you will need the jar of honey inside your son's rib cage, are you willing to bust open his ribcage to get it? are you really that badass? and if you are then who is truly the monster here, me or you? Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha hah ha ha ha ha ah ahah hah ha ha ha ha haha you have 23 seconds make your choice"

"THERE'S NO CHOICE TO BE MADE I'M FUCKIN CRAZY" yelled Fingerling and then he went Rambo on his son's ass and tore him to pieces like The Hulk, punching into his ribcage and breaking off bones and then before he threw them away he would suck out the marrow and howl, eventually he found the heart and he bit into it with the ferociousness of a kitten batting a fuzzy ball while his son screamed and screamed and blood bust up out of his mouth and the holes in his neck and the places where his limbs were torn off and his chest and then he collapsed into a pile of goop and EUREKA! There was the jar of honey!"

Fingerling grabbed the jar of honey and held it over his head then he threw it into the furnace (there was a furnace) just as the bees broke down the glass wall and went careening for him but instead they followed the honey and so his quick thinking had saved the day.

"Impressive," Cancerhead mused, "I believe you're starting to understand what it is like to have cancer. But first let's play another game. This one is called connect the dots!"

and in front of Fingerling there lit up a big arena filled with 23 promiscuous teenagers stripped naked and strapped naked to poles each one had a number tattooed on their tummies in BLOOD and Cancerhead chortled "surely even you are not so inhuman to pass this next game where what you have to do is connect the dots WITH THEIR INTESTINES these people are innocent Fingerling, are you willing to become a murderer instead of an avenging angel of death my soul reaver?"

"you clearly know less about me than you presume, SOULTAKER!!!!" fingerling chortled "you are losing your touch, Cancerhead; where is the master gamester, the dungeon master who outnerds every nerd with cancer by using his cancer filled head to come up with devious twists and turns that only the truly most geniously minids can navigate? where is the minitor in this labrinth of horror and where is ariadne to give me a piece of string where is hansel and grettle losing their nuts out in the woods and getting ate by a wicked old witch, where is the randomly generated instances on your board, CHESSMASTER oh CANCERHEAD i have solved your JIGSAW PUZZLE!!!!!!"

and with the rapidity of a bear he launched himself into the arena but then he was surprised as the speakers activated again "YOU ARE MISTAKEN I AM QUITE THE GENIOUOUS" and then suddenly the room filled with fire and brimstone, "ANY TIME YOU STEP ON A PLACE YOUR NOT SPOSED TO THE FLOOR EXPLODES" also he has to rip out their intestines and drag them across the floor and he's gotta do it while they're alive cause if he doesn't then the ceiling which is made from spikes crushes him

NOOOO!!! Fingerling wrenched his fist into the guts of a gorgeous young woman who shuddered and sputtered like she was having the best orgasm of her life but if she was having an orgasm it wasn't the orgasm of her life it was the orgasm of her DEATH. he dragged out her intestines and went to number 2, and with one hand he pulled out Number 2's intestines and with the other he looped number 1's around number 2's head so that it stayed in place
number 2 went ot number 3 which he nailed his intestines to that guy's throat with a big oversided mallet because he was like like in that one movie THE MASK where Jim Carrey could become a cartoon, this is what happened here because he was moving so fast he became a cartoon and he went next to number 4 and he KICKED out his intestines so hard they SHOT OUT OF HIS ASS and splattered all over number 5 and then number 5 got his DICK RIPPED OUT and his intestines DRAGGED THROUGH HIS DICK HOLE and then number 6, well Fingerling BIT INTO HIM AND TORE OPEN HIS GUTS THAT SPILLED ON THE FLOOR and then he RAN WITH HIS INTESTINES IN HIS MOUTH to number 7 who he cut open with a KNIFE and FORK and sampled his intestines like Chef Boyardee "Is very nice" --Chef Boyardee he said, and slapped on over to number 8 whose intestines he crushed out with a vise grip and then number 9 whose intestines he conjured out of his belly button with a flute like a snake charmer, number 10 he pretended to be a polynesian faith healer and reached into his side but instead of faking it HE REALLY TORE OUT THE GUY'S GUTS and so on until he finally got to number 23

"WAIT A MINUTE" he cried out, "what do I do with number 23, I don't got nowhere to put this chick's intestines"

"FIGURE IT OUT YOURSELF NUMBSKULL" came Cancerhead's devious answer then he laughed and suddenly the instestine-drawing caught on fire, now somoene looking from space or the ceiling could tell what it is like th Nascar lines in the desert, it formed an image the intestines did, and that image was the Seal of the Illuminati

suddenly overcome with fire, the floor dropped into a bottomless pit "WHOOOOOOA" Fingerling said comically and then grappled into the busty babe's chest and felt up her insides to grab hold of her intestines which he clung onto to stop himself from falling into the pit

the stake she was tied to started to rise... it was an elevator...