Passing the Buck

The stripper (named Felina--hey, kids, CONTINUITY!) stumbles as the buck staggers into her. She's startled, and not pleasantly so.

Rather than spraying you, which would have been her first inclination, she settles for throwing the buck back at YOU.

Antlers first.

The antlers punch their way through your chest with a wet CRUNCH.

1. You die.
2. You live. Somehow.
3. A hidden hatchway in your back opens, and a small, angry midget in steampunk goggles comes out.
4. You leave the bar and go in search of an all-night de-antlering place.
5. You angrily campaign against the right to not have deer antlers thrust through your chest at strip clubs.

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