"You know, he would probably taste quite good fried, would you dear," she squeezes his cheeks. "Get the deep fat frier and the net on a pole!"
"Getting the deep fat frier and the net on the pole!" The head sister yells.
The girls rush out, and grab the neccesary things, quickly running back in to the room with them. The little blonde in the yellow polka dot bikini plugs it in to start it heating up, while the tall brunette with freckles in the forest green bikini grabs the pole, and starts walking towards the meat. The rest of the girls converge there as well, carrying knives and a bowl of batter.
They grab his bound body and roll him in the dough, until every inch of him, from the tips of his fresh young toes and the soft bottoms of his feet to his thick, juicy calves and back muscles and pecs to his terrified face and brown hair is covered over in it, about a half inch thick.
Then, the knives are used to cut off the ropes holding his wrists and ankles, and he tries to fight his way out, only to be pushed in to the net, which pulls tightly shut at the top when the brunette yanks it up in to the air, using his weight to pull the strings tightly sealed at the top. He first tries to climb the ropes, but realizing there's no way to get the strings untied, he instead throws himself at the bottom of it, and desperately tries to rip the net open, even knawing at it with his teeth, his feet animalistically kicking at the sides to no end.
Slowly, the brunette begins to bring the net with the morsel inside to right over the pot of boiling bacon grease, ready to fry him whole in to lunch. You realize that you have a pocket knife on you that could cut the ropes.
