I would club Lorelei over the head (causing a bleeding contusion in her brain) and kidnap her. She would awake groggy and ill days later, completely naked and freezing in my basement. I would then rape her for months, periodically clipping one of her fingers off with a pair of tin snips, eventually graduating to full limbs, until she was little more than a mewling, gaping retard. I would then bundle her up in saran wrap and throw her rotten carcass from the back of my pick-up in front of the Pokemon League.
They would find her and manage to save her life, but she would never be the same. No therapy would reach her and no medical procedure exists to restore the limbs she lost. She would die at the ripe old age of 88, but not having truly lived since her thirties.
