"put your hand in the box"
"what's in the box?"
"pecan pie."
"OH MAMA, AH DO LOVE PAH!"
"that was merely a ruse. Now, you feel the first tinglings of heat. Flame surging. Flesh catching on fire... burning..."
*internal monologue*
"I love pie. Pie is the little death which brings total oblivion. When the fear has gone I'll have a big slice of pie with whipped cream."
"Kuhl wahlad! No woman child ever bore so much!"