You throw him the pocket knife. "Oh thank you so much," he says sweetly, cutting at the ropes, and not realizing that the brunette knows exactly what he's doing.

She continues bringing the net to over the pot, and right when he's busted free, he yells, "I've escaped," only to look down and realize he's falling straight in to the pot.

He hits butt first, the boiling oils splashing around his shocked outstretched feet, hands and head. He screams as he falls straight in, then inhales some of the boiling oil on the way up. Burning with pain on every part of his muscled, tender young body and also inside it from his chest, he struggles to the surface, his eyes nearly white with death and his mind losing its lucidity from shock, flailing about, trying to find the sides of the pot as he gasps for breath his inflamed lungs, mouth and escophagus cannot seem to absorb.

Just for good measure, the sorority girls grab baseball bats, and situate themselves around the sides. When he gets too close, they hit him with a bat, pushing him back in to the cooking oils to be made in to dinner. He gets swatted back a couple times, then dies, and falls back in to the oils to be cooked.