Normally the brass ring is either a metaphor for success or a prize distributed as part of a merry-go-round which entitles you to an additional ride, free of charge. We say normally, because today it’s actually an object hidden inside of your ex-best friend’s small intestine that holds the key to your survival from a Saw style death trap.
You’ll feel a tinge of pleasure as your rifle through his innards while he looks at you with big, wet eyes. He’ll know he’s already dead, that his blood is already septic with the contaminants of his own waste. Your hands, filthy as they are, will barely be contributing by comparison. And when you remove the ring, shining under the cover of blood, you’ll smile.
“Thanks for fucking Mary, asshole,” you’ll mumble at him as you fit the ring into the ingenious lock around your ankles and hobble off to go masturbate, which seems to be the whole point of all the Saw films in the first place.
Congratulations on Grabbing the Brass Ring!
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