After being lured down an alleyway and hit over the head with a brick, I would love to find myself waking up on a table. As I try and recollect my thoughts and identify my surroundings, I would notice that my hands and feet are completely bound. While I struggle against my bindings, I woule hear the shuffling of footsteps making their way towards me. Out of the corner of my eye, I would see something small and blue staring at me, with a look of both superiority and sadistic pleasure. She would tap on a controller in her hand and the table would tilt forwards, bringing me to an almost standing position, and that's when I would notice the cleaver. I would cry and beg to no avail while my assailant laughs at my pathetic whining, and then she'd bring the weapon to my leg. She would butcher me expertly, taking me apart piece by piece and setting the meat aside for later consumption. As the room fills with the stench of fresh gore and the attacker's haunting cries of "awawa" start becoming more and more faint as the blood drains from my body, I would go into shock, gleefully unaware of what would be the last moments of my life. Yeah, that's what I would like Jelly Hoshiumi to do to me.