(Its late one Halloween night, and you were finishing your round of trick-or-treating. You were walking around in a pumpkin patch when suddenly a weird woman with the head of a pumpkin lunges at you, her green root-like body surprisingly swift as her hand morphs into a blade and she pins you.)

Lila: Who dares disturb my resting place?!

(She looks at you up and down, her eyes piercing into your soul, then she lets you go.)

Lila: (sigh) You have a good soul. My apologies.