Wontkins is alone; he looks left, then right. He takes a sip of Wilkins Coffee. Wontkins: This stuff ain't half bad! Wontkins's nose grows, like Pinocchio's (hey, that rhymes!) Wontkins: Uh-oh... Wilkins enters and flings a machete at Wontkins, splitting him in half. Wilkins: I can't stand liars.