"Please," Videl entreated. "There's a big nail driven square in my back." She motioned with one arm toward her back, where she and the pole were held together by a big iron nail the size of a railroad spike. "If you bend that down, I should be able to slide right off."

After giving Ken her instructions, Videl wondered if she was perhaps being too blase about the giant nail in her back. But for some reason, it just didn't seem like a very big deal and she wasn't sure why.