"So you see, it was not my fault. He was basically asking me to kill him!
I had no choice!"
"Hmm, yes, I see. Tell me again just why that is, Mr. Tron?"
"Well, as I mentioned earlier, he was coming toward me, brandishing a flaming sword. Nothing I said got through to him -- He just kept coming.
So I threw the pot of hot noodles on his head and he drowned trying to shake them off. That explains why he was having a bad hair day. I really meant him no harm."
"All right, I suppose I could buy that. I have one final question, though!
What flavor were the noodles?"
"Um, peanut butter, I think."
"Sounds yummy!"
And so they sat down to a happy lunch of peanut-butter noodles, and became
the best of friends.