I suppose you aren't thinking of selecting someone with pizza-ish tendencies for the delightful and cheesy task of burning the WOGbait players at the stake... after which, with only a plastic picnic spoon and a large drum of barbecue sauce, I will feed everyone here a meal they will not soon forget?

And yes, I think that was a question. I always liked the idea of inquisitions, heretic burnings, and tossing the witches into the lakes and rivers and streams. If I were Chief of Police, I'd build a hydroelectric dam out of discarded witch bodies. There's just something delightfully macabre about groupthink from the dark ages leading to mob justice. Mmmm... toasty and painful.