“YOU CHOSE... POORLY."

"You attempt to confuse the little vermin by telling them that they should be out looking for Easter eggs, and not trick-or-treating. They all pull a deer-in-headlights, and then form a huddle. After a couple of minutes, they come out of the huddle and flee the scene. You laugh about the gullibility of children, briefly consider having some of your own, realize what a stupid idea that is, and then return to your wonderful party.”

“Everything is going just fine until about an hour later. At that point, you here the doorbell ring again, and open it, expecting to see another one of your pitiful friends in a well-worn rented costume, but instead find the same children from earlier looking up at you with angry looks all around.”

“’Hey mister, it’s not really Easter,’ the closest one says, “we checked it out with a reliable source.”

“Behind the repugnant little scamp is none other than the Easter Bunny, holding an extremely large egg above him. Before you can offer any explanation, he smashes you with it and utters an incredibly stupid one-liner so that you die not so much from your injuries as from that terrible quip careening around your head.”

YOU FAIL! START OVER!