Samantha yelled out in pain as the rubber heated up and burned her. She screamed and cried but continued to think through the pain, "I cannot take the rubber out," she told herself repeatedly as tears streamed down her face. She picked up the knife which was slowly cooling down, and used the blunt backside to keep the rubber from melting away completely. She cried and shouted into the jungle. She kept pushing the half melted rubber back up her neck, crying as she did, until the shocking stopped and the rubber finally had a chance to solidify again.<br/><br/>"Alright!" she yelled, "I'll play your stupid game! It's on you motherfucker!"<br/><br/>She was still crying in pain, the rubber was now molded into her pores, she lowered her voice again, "it's on now..." She took the knife and pocketed it again, put her shirt back on and walked deeper into the jungle looking for food.