“The answer is incorrect.” The host said zealously.

Before the contestant number five could say anything or at least muster courage for what was to come, a burst of walnuts lashed out against his crotch. It should be noted that his fundoshi, the only clothes he was wearing, did not provide any protection against such nut-shot. The cat doubled over in pain as he fell on his knees, he dropped on his side and began to roll on the floor while yowling weakly.

He reacted just like the contestant number four when he got kiwi-shot, and the contestant number three when he got acorn-shot, and the contestant number two when he got nugget-shot.

So far the only one who had correctly answered his question was the contestant number one, who by the way, looked increasingly relieved as the other contestants fell one by one. Not only because that was getting him closer to win the price. Also, that reduced the number of rounds he should put his testicles on the line. With some luck the participant number six would suffer the same fate as those before him.

As the t-shirt shooter was charged with the content of the bag the contestant number six had chosen, which turned to be agar jellies, the show host asked. “So, do you like math?”

The contestant number six paused. “Well, math is not my favorite subject.”

"Good luck with the next question then." Said the host as the screen revealed a mathematical exercise. “2 + 1 x 2 =?”

“Really? It can’t be that simple.” Thought the fox; he analyzed the question until the time was about to run out, then he looked at the host and answered confidently. “Six.”

The host remained expressionless for a couple of seconds, and then his face drew a smile. “The answer is incorrect.”

The question mark on the screen changed into a four.

The fox’s gaze moved to the assistant pointing the t-shirt shooter towards his crotch; at that moment knowing that it was just loaded with soft candy wasn’t comforting at all. And again, before he could do anything he received a load against his jellies. He felt shocked as the gelatinous pieces of candy hit his nether region, but there was no ache. Two second later the pain hit him like an uppercut.

The contestant number six fell backwards like a sack of bricks, shrieking as he rolled one side to another on his back, cupping in his hands his aching balls.

“And we have a winner!” Said the host enthusiastically, showing with his hand outstretched the Shiba-inu at the beginning of the line, followed by the cheers and applause from the public.

Further than being happy for winning 1 million yen, the contestant number one seemed relieved that he saved his love spuds from being mashed.