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Sure. I'd rather keep my fingers than my head.
I don't know how this would logically work, but fuck you, I'm doing it anyway.
You wake up laying face-down on a table with a hole for the face (like the massage chairs, but metal). You're strapped down with a piercing pain in your back. The television monitor under your face turns on and the doll tells you there is a clamping device attached directly to your spine. You can either take it out by unscrewing it with your one hand and live life crippled or wait for the timer to go off at which point the device is torn out, along with your spine and more than likely your skull.
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