Jean-claude, trying to be murderous, holding a knife: I'm gonna kill you right here, right now, and there is no stoppi-

Carlos, tied up in a chair: Okay, but you have to sing a song first

Jean-claude: What on earth? I-

Carlos: You have to sing a song before you kill me

Jean-claude: A song? What do you mean.

Carlos: I mean, before you kill me riGhT hErE RigHT nOw, you have to sing a song

Jean-claude: A song? ...okay, I'll sing a song ;-)

Carlos, wiggling around in his chair: K, I'm listening

Jean-claude: Roses are red, violets are blue, now that you're here, I'll kill you too

Carlos: Wha-

Carlos: Ahhhhhhhhhhh