Take your combat boot off his head.
Let me guess. Oh wait, stop right there, I know what it is. It's not that Okay wait.. I know it, I know it!" -Google.
You stop feeding it.
It is as close as they can get to making love to a tree.
He's still there.
She screamed and screamed until her hands turned blue.
Too many horses were drowning.
Your head.
A nun with a spear through her head.