Billy: You know what Pinocchiochiochiochiochio, you are funny.
Pinocchio: Funny? Why, there's nothing funny about being made of wood.
Billy: What's that you say?
Pinocchio: I sure wish I was a real boy, like you!
Billy: [nervous] Uh... yeah.
Billy: Well, I gotta go!
[Billy tries to leave, but Pinocchio cuts him off]
Pinocchio: Yeah, and the only way for me to become a real boy is to devour the flesh of a real boy. Can I please eat your flesh?
[Billy screams and runs off in terror]