Yesterday's Winning Vote:
Option 2 – Grab the knife and kill the torso...more.

As the torso moves faster and faster, you step carefully around the edge of the room.

*thwop, thwop, thwop*

Staying entirely focused on the torso, you hardly notice knocking books and glasses off of shelves as you stay pressed close to the wall. Slightly more noticeable is the shards of glass now pressing into your feet.

*thrap* *thrap* *thrap*

Inching closer to the table the knife is on, you pause, knowing the last few feet will be the most difficult. The torso almost seems to have a pattern to its flopping, rolling back and forth in an almost semi-circular path around the table.

*thwop, thwop, thwop*

Stepping turns into sliding as you near the torso's path. An amazing amount of blood coats the carpet in a thick, viscous layer. "How are you still bleeding?" you shout at the torso.

It says nothing back.

*thwop, thwop, thwop*

Waiting until the torso has rolled away from the table, you lunge for the knife. Your fingers slide around the handle and-

*whack!*

The torso rolled right back along its path and straight into the back of your knees. The knife flies through the air and bounces across the floor, coming to rest against the leg of a demolished chair.

*thrap* *thrap* *thunk!*

The torso spun straight across the upraised knife, sinking the blade deep into its own chest. With no movement from the limbless body, you take a step toward the torso. The sudden silence seems strange and disturbing compared to the commotion of a second ago.

*thwop*

You jump backwards as the torso begins to spasm. It starts to slam itself from side to side until the knife's handle has completely disappeared into the chest and its blade juts out the torso's back. You scramble up onto the table. The torso resumes its previous rolling, though this time with erratic flips as the knife catches against the floor.

*thwop, thwop, twang*