[Round 23 – he guesses wrong]
Emily: (voice icy, eyes narrowed) Wrong, you bumbling, brainless fool! Deep throat the wooden spoon—25 thrusts, choke till your throat’s raw. Say: “I’m your throat wreck, Emily!” Now, you slobbering trash!
[Pause]
Emily: (mocking, voice gleeful) Gagging like a drowning pig—your throat’s a slimy ruin, a gurgling pit of your drooling disgrace. Guess again—heads or tails?