I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
I was thinking exactly this. Then they showed off the inside of the glove and I realized you would not fear so much as become so far beyond blinded by agony that your mind would for all intents and purposes be dead, consumed entirely by the raging stings of a thousand angry bullet ants.
Although, I suppose he is still able to follow directions and dance and whatnot so maybe there is some mental escape.
Bullet-ant gloves. My god, the entirety of jackass has been surpassed after just one usage. And they do it 20 times. That's 200 minutes of nonstop bullet-ant stinging. These people are the real fucking bene gesserit.
I know its an ancient ritual and all, but you have to think...who thought this was a good idea in the first place and why didn't anyone have the decency to talk them out of it?
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