Fortunately, they rip them off in the most gentle way, and with the best of intentions. Those "moles" on your left forearm and the spot on your right bicep? Turns out they're both malignant tumors. A little cauterization, some cloned flesh and a few hours of surgery (performed with machine-like precision), and boom! You're ready to roll, with two brand new cancer-free arms. Thanks, soulless killing machines!
I crush 3 pounds of titanium-edged razor blades, and add this and 6 ounces of cyanide (in gelcap form) to a thick batter, which I use to make a batch of patented DannyTorrance Death Muffins. I polish off the whole batch, then wait to see if the internal hemorrhaging or the poison kills me first.