The gnomes plotting your death
The Gnomes Plotting your death are lurking in the next randumb page with sporks. Don't worry, they won't eat your flesh... just everything else. To dissuade them from this course of action, I insist that you incessantly converse about the impossibility of insensitivity not occurring if this undoutably occurs. They will you usually retort shame-facedly something along the lines of "We didn't want to hurt anyone."
Having been successfully defeated in argument, the Gnomes will run off and most likely eat your baby.