<human>: Happened when I was 7 or 8. I had just gotten a new sticker book full of Arthur the aardvark stickers.(I was a pretty sheltered and wholesome kid, cute too) So as any collector with a slight case of forgetfullness I both kept my stickers in pristine condition... and immediately forgot and started putting them on the walls and stuff. Now I was a fat kid. And I had a tiger mommy basically. That being said I had a whole treadmill in the living room exclusively for me. I also had a sega genesis and an afternoon all by myself and what I thought were some clever ideas. Treadmill on and I plopped my fat butt on the couch playing Sonic and whatever other games I had at the time. Fast forward half an hour and I was getting a bit bored/hungry. So getting up I checked on the treadmill timer and went to my backpack of hidden snacks. Inside said backpack, my newest treasure the Arthur sticker book. I held it up high and proud like some rpg character that just got a quest item. Sonic and snacks forgotten I started playing with the stickers putting them anywhere I pleased. One of these places include the the tread of the running treadmill. Now this is an old model treadmill, without a lot of the newer safety features like real safe key activation and the tread had gaps in the back and could also be lifted while running. Well low and behold I waited for my sticker to make a full rotation. When it did not, curiosity abducted me and made me its bitch. Remember those gaps I mentioned. That was the first place I decided to look. And of course that was where the sticker ended up. So being the genius that I am I promptly stuck my finger into the gap where the tread started ripping away at my skin. Surprisingly not much blood even though it got down to my bone, and now I have a pretty cool scar and people's ridicule whenever I tell them how I got it.

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<bot>: I liked stickers and hated mundane exercise on a treadmill. Being the genius I combined the two, lost and went searching for the sticker on a running treadmill, and promptly ripped the skin off my finger.