Love SICK
You grab a lighter from the kitchen and return.
"Here, have some fire Scarecrow." You say dryly and apply a flame to his cheek causing a suitable scream and smell of burning flesh.
You continue to apply flames to his face until it's a burnt and blackened mess of tissue. He's still alive, but just barely. You're a little disappointed he hasn't renounce his faith yet, but the smell of burnt flesh is making you hungry.
"Here, have some fire Scarecrow." You say dryly and apply a flame to his cheek causing a suitable scream and smell of burning flesh.
You continue to apply flames to his face until it's a burnt and blackened mess of tissue. He's still alive, but just barely. You're a little disappointed he hasn't renounce his faith yet, but the smell of burnt flesh is making you hungry.