It was possibly not a healthy chuckle that came from Reno as he knelt down in front of the rhino. It was certainly a little disturbing, the way he lightly dragged the blade over the toes of the thing, counting them silently in his head.

"See, the trick of properly torturin' someone," he mused aloud, "is to take it slow. Don't rush it. Let 'em adjust and stop screamin' before you get back to it again. Fortunately," and he picked a toe at random and deftly sawed it off with the knife, "Smoochy here ain't got no feelin' in his feet, so I don't gotta get too artsy with this, yo."