That's impossible
*WILL*
As Lenny sat strapped to the chair, the chainsaw's menacing buzz filled the air, a sound that spelled imminent doom. But as the deadly tool hurtled towards him, a remarkable transformation occurred within Lenny's mind.
Time seemed to stretch, each second elongating into an eternity. It was a sensation he recognized, a throwback to the lesson he had learned years ago with the hummingbird.
The chainsaw, which had been barreling towards him at a terrifying speed, now appeared to move in slow motion. Lenny watched with an eerie calm as the jagged teeth of the blade, each one a harbinger of pain and destruction, rotated towards his skin.
He could see the individual teeth, the way they caught the light, the sinister glint off their sharpened edges. The chainsaw was coming horizontally, aiming first for his arm before it would tear into his chest and out the other side. A dance with death, choreographed with cruel precision.