Due to her training, Butz to her credit didn't scream as I sawed through the box. She just grimaced with fear and terror.
There was no blood and she didn't feel a thing, and soon I had finished sawing. I took two metal slats and inserted them on either side of where I had been cutting, then seperated the two halves. "Ta-daa!!"
"Yes, very well done!" replied Butz "But you've still operating without a permit. Now put me back together and get me out of this thing!"
"Oh, but we haven't finished yet." I replied as I went to the other end and started pulling Butz's boots off "There may be some people who are still sceptical that I really did cut you in half. There is one surefire way to prove these really are your feet."
I removed her stockings and produced a large flamingo feather. "I'm sure you all know what I'm going to do with this!".
Butz gulped hard.
I then proceeded to tickle her bare feet. "Coochy coochy coo!"
"STOPPIT!! HAA HAA HAA!!!" laughed Butz, rolling her head from side to side "HEE HEE HEE!!! HOO HOOO HOOOO!!!!! ALRIGHT!! I'M CUT IN HALF!!! HAA HAA HAAA!!!! STOPPITT!!!"