*the arrow strikes Shrek in the back of the head* *Shrek disintegrates as his flesh roasts, the smell of ogre-flesh burning fills the air* Can you smell that? Delicious, no? *collects Shrek steaks and puts them in satchel* These will look good on the menu! *Shrek's spirit blasts up out of his remains* *the Shrek ghost whispers [i]"it's never ogre!"[/i] before flying into the clouds* Oh. I guess we'd better kill him better next time.