[His friend does get a sour look at that, which might be pretty scary considering he looks like he's a lobster crossed with a burn victim.]

A word of the wise. You do not trust anybody that can do this to a person without remorse. We had costumes that were innocent enough; I looked handsome. However, if one does not collect the quota of candy they die and come back as a gruesome version of their costume. As you eloquently put it, in freakishly bad shape.

[Not like it's an exaggeration, either. Maybe he'll just sigh.]

You were here before, months ago. I didn't know where you went, but one day you just vanished. Clearly our world still exists.