Considering how well the eye socket was guarded, and having read the story of Hansel and Gretel, you think that it might be seriously dangerous to just leave Ben here, destroying the beauty with his unrelenting gluttony. You stride up to him, grab him by the collar and throw him back. You intend to give him a lecture on the basic food groups and the dangers of eating candy which may or may not invoke the wrath of an evil witch. But just then, the thick, sweet odor of chocolate fills your nostrils. You glance up at the majestic redwood - er, brownwood - and realize that you haven't eaten a thing since you arrived on Skull Island. It's so delicious, you can't resist...

You dive at the tree and shove your face into the hole that Ben already munched away, laughing while you eat and filled with delight. You're so preoccupied with this chocolaty feast, that you fail to notice the soft groaning seeping out of the trunk. You're already up to your shoulders into the hole you ate when the tree finally falls over, decapitating you cleanly. If it's any consolation, the tree also killed Ben.

YO LUMBERJERK! START OVER!