While digging for the unfortunately-hallucinated-rather-than-r
Solution 1, plus a helluva lot of adrenalin and determination and wrist strength, won the day. Pan is free. My fingers are not smashed in the process. However, I have probably put my arm back three months in healing. So "dammit Pan" is going to be my new "ow!" for my right arm. Maybe by September...
And Achaosofkittens will be buying bolt-cutters on his way home tomorrow.