the team

Meanwhile, I did nothing but vomit. Over and over again. Long after it seemed there was
nothing more for me to bring up, I continued to vomit. At last, the bearlike Mongolian officer
held up the skin of Sans' torso, which he had so cleanly peeled off. Even the nipples
were intact. Never to this day have I seen anything so horrible. Someone took the skin from
him and spread it out to dry the way we might dry a sheet. All that remained lying on the
ground was Sans’ corpse, a bloody red lump of meat from which every trace of skin
had been removed. The most painful sight was the face. Two large white eyeballs stared out
from the red mass of flesh. Teeth bared, the mouth stretched wide open as if in a shout. Two
little holes were all that remained where the nose had been removed. The ground was a sea of
blood.

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