'What is it?'� Bill asked nervously.

'It's a friendship bracelet.'� Ted answered, seeming almost surprised at the question.

'But, it's made out of barbed-wire.'�

'And it's a symbol of our friendship. Now, are you going to wear it or not?'�

'Couldn't you have made it from, I don't know, cloth?'�

'Do you remember when you insisted on us becoming blood brothers?'�

Bill seethed and looked away, 'Right. The chainsaw.'�

Both sets of eyes fell on Ted's hook.

'Kind of limited the job opportunities, huh?'� Bill said.

'Well it made massage therapy sort of cumbersome.'�

'Yeah. Oh well, fuck it. Give me the damn bracelet.'�

After easing the bracelet on with relatively little pain, Bill smiled. Ted handed him a mallet.

'To make sure it sticks.'�

'Right.,'� Bill said and took the hammer.

Several agonizing seconds later, Bill admired his blood-splattered bracelet.

'Friends forever.'�

'Forever.'�

'And now for the other wrist.'�