Okay, it's a photo-edit, but...

Cough.

The onion rings in the window watched in horror, as they knew they were next.

Later that week, the horse was taken to the vet to have the hideous lump removed from its shoulder.

I knew I'd find the "one" at this retreat!

Later on I want you to sand the corns off my fetlocks.

"Yes, master. Anything else?"

I also want you to kill your friends.

"Of course. I understand."