Make him jump into a pool of spicy lemon juice (that will constantly burn and wrinkle his feathers) filled with the legs of his dead chicken cousins while singing yodels all the time while being burned, sauteed and spliced by a bunch of hot and angry french fires from the islands of Gholagophlosinjos. He should also make me the best lemon cookies for the rest his damned life while being constantly whipped by Terminant and being perpetually tickled everywhere across his body.
mic drop.
