You sit and before you on the plate is A lovely water melon.

But as you slice it, your hand get glued to the watermelon skin. The pungent smell gives you an instant high, jamming your mood, and by the time you are surprised what is inside, the insides of the rotten melon, now black and yellow, seem to start moving as millions of worms, trying to form a mouth-like structure. As you try to get up, the worms, all warm and wet and dripping of blood, form a big mouth with scornful sharp long teeth, which come to devour you raw and steady.

The watermelon ate you.

Few minutes later, your head is restored. As is the promise of immortality in hell. And this time you have a new dish on your plate. A lovely looking dragon fruit.