"Yes!" Maou shouted grandly, gripping his free hand into a fist. "I am all for that second plan. Sound effects included. Here, no, wait--"

He nudged his cup of sauce to the end of the grill. Then, with single-minded intensity, Maou rolled the lattermost segment of intestine down the grill with his chopsticks, his lips making the vvvv sound of a machine.