Ford's chest rose and fell as he struggled to open his mutilated mouth. However, it was already distorted by dozens of Carl's punches at the start of the torture, so his words came out almost incompletely.
"Y-You t-trash... Y-you..."
Carl shook his head and gave a light shrug.
"I know... You will say: ''You never have it'' right?."
Carl's eyes rolled for a moment before turning razor-sharp. In an instant, he thrust his talons into Ford's mouth, and half a second later, with a swift motion, half of Ford's jaw was already in Carl's palm.
"So, you don't need it anymore."
Carl flicked his claws and tossed the mutilated jaw aside. Now, no more yelling — Ford had lost the part of his mouth needed to scream. Yet, Carl could still hear faint groans escaping from him.
"Now, it's your turn, guys."
Carl made a few motions with his fingers and pulled Varge and Berry toward him. At this point, they barely showed any hostility — only pure fear.
