It's time for the main course, riiiight?

[off his scarf goes, with a single motion--one hand holding it, the other revealing a elaborate, very sharp, very shiny pocket knife. But even with trembling hands, he brings it to his neck]

Nee-heehee! It was nice chatting with you, Loki! Remember to chew with your mouth closed, alright? There are children watching this!


[and with only another moment's of hesitation



he sure is slitting his own throat]