A conversation in the hallway in-between classes:
Student A: Dude, there’s cookies downstairs. Last-day-of-school thing, I guess.
Student B: Sweet. What kind?
Student A: Vanilla Oreos.
Student B: ABOMINATION!
Student A: They’re not that bad.
Student B: That’s not the point. Oreo’s are perfect: sugar and lard compressed between two synthetic chocolate wafers. It’s like a slice of heaven.
Student A: …
Student B: You don’t mess with heaven. You know what happen to that last guy who tried to mess with heaven. [ Points down, presumably to Hell. ]
Student A: Dude.
Student B: I’m not risking my soul for a vanilla Oreo. I’m just saying.
