Hello. I want to play a a game. The devices on your heads are symbolic, of The Shackles you place upon others. You recklessly loan people money, knowing their financial limitations, counting on reposessing, more than they could ever pay back. You are predators. But today you become the prey. And it is your own pound of flesh that I demand. Eddie: This is your fault. The scale before you is your only path to freedom.. However, only one of you.. may pass. And the total is the ultimate sacrifice, the sacrifice of flesh. Before you are the instruments to exact this flesh. Move with haste though, for when.. the sixty second timer hits zero, the one who has given the most flesh will release their bindings, while the gears, on your opponents head will engage, Piercing their skull. Who will offer the most Flesh.. In order to save their life… The choice is yours. Eddie: I’m not dying for you bitch! Simone: No!