Draco: *slices open Enro's stomach and serves his entrails in a pot pie*
Enro: What did I ever do to you?
Draco: You said I wasn't allowed to kill people in incredibly violent ways.
Hin: So she proved you wrong, I guess.
Enro: Fine. But what she should have done is, cut me open, tie my entrails to a stump, push me off a cliff, and see how far I fall.
Draco: You know my murdering sprees tend to be more related to cooking.
Enro: Actually, I didn't, but thanks for telling me...
Enro: Now if I see the headline "Pot Pie Killer" I'll know exactly where to look
Hin: I would have dunked you in liquid nitrogen and chisled off your nose, then left you to thaw before removing your heart and kidneys with a rusty scalpel, m'self. Guess there's no accounting for taste.
Draco: Slow death...
Draco: How about slicing off a sliver a quarter of an inch thick from him starting from his feet down every fifteen minutes?
Hin: Lacks creativity.
Hin: How about a nitroglycerine enema?
Draco: Combine the two? With soaking in a bath of salt and/or lemon juice between treatments?
Hin: Now we're talking. Though, you'd have to boil the water with him in it for 30 minutes or until well done....
Draco: Yes.
Draco: Also, we need to bring in snakes or eels or something.
Hin: The downshot to wildlife is that they're really unpredictable. But even so, every evil plan requires sharks with frickin' lasers on their heads.
Draco: Much agreement, my good fellow! Send for the evil zoologist!
