Eris clenched her fist and ground her teeth before speaking.<br/><br/><strong>"You American imperialist pigs are impossible, you act as if your corrupt military power and your precious dollar will dominate the world forever when your whole country is nothing more than a farce sinking into the quagmire of excrement it releases. Americans are only good for consuming the worlds resources, and in return they produce two things to give to the rest of the world, their debt and their excrement. You my friend, are the excrement. A big pile of worthless American military shit."</strong><br/><br/>Eris's eyes glowed purple as Zack's legs withered and gnarled into branches. His feet would dig into the soil and sprout roots as a steaming pile of fertilizer piled around his ankles. His hands would break their ties but be forced in the air. Bark would grow along his lower arms as his fingers extended and sprouted green leaves. But they weren't leaves, they were hundred dollar bills and treasury bills. As his arms branched out and is fingers grew, fruit began to develop in the shape of mini bombs. A bomb dropped, releasing a steaming plop of fertilizer.<br/><br/>The skin of his back would gain a multitude more nerve endings. Pain receptors would crowd the flesh of his back both shallow and deep. The flesh of his back would feel pain hundreds of times more acutely than before, but it would also regrow with a searing burning pain when torn.  Form his tailbone a tail would sprout and plunge into the soil. Underground it would take root and sprout a thin whip like branch that would extend from the ground behind Zack. Involuntary muscles would form in the whip, making it snap against Zacks back with a powerful crack every thirty seconds for ten minutes, rest five minutes to let his flesh regenerate, and then start whipping him again. Adrenaline spikes would insure he didn't pass out. Eris smiled at her work. Zack would be unable to move his legs from the ground or put his raised arms down. If he looked up, it would be like a tree of money and bills with little bomb fruits.<br/><br/>"Well, I'm going on in to see my brother Richard and freshen up a bit, you can stay out here until you're ready to acknowledge me as your superior. I'll be back to check on you in an hour so. Stay well little tree of imperialism."<br/><br/>With that she opened the door and entered the tunnel to the labyrinth, leaving the rooted Zack to his whipping. But before she left she made his voice box vanish from his throat so he wouldn't disturb anyone with screams or rants.<br/><br/>