Conan's voice snaps his attention over but it's all too late. "Mn-" Without any warning the cow carcass that Conan kicked shatters, its meat frozen solid by the freezer. Chunks of the beef go flying, and the force itself manages to knock the boy's bonds from the hook, sending him to the ground.

Similarly, it is a cow's hip that connects with Gin's head- making his own meeting with darkness all too swift, if at least long enough for the boy to make a break for it...