Oh good Mr. Todd...you've finally woken up. You must be rather groggy. Let me explain.

That little vial of poison? The same one we've used again and again to make us the best pies in London? I've slipped it into your dinner dear. What - you thought I added a little extra paprika for that kick? You've gone soft. You've gotten spiteful towards me. And I'm sick of it. You clearly don't know what's best for you anymore but don't worry - I do! After the paralysis of the poison completes itself, I'll consume you piece by piece to help your legend stay on. Your tongue will be a tartar. Your fingers an appetizer. You'll last for months! This is the only way we can truly be one with each other. I love you so much, Mr. T. I'm going to cut out your beating heart and savor it first, right before your very eyes.

I want it to be the last thing you see before the light fades from your eyes...