"Sure you didn't."
I pull out my flare gun, and shoot it at the base of Woon's feet, creating a tunnel of melted chocolate, which sends Woon sliding down to the floor, before the chocolate seals the tunnel back up, trapping Woon in a delicious, yet sticky, tomb, which is well-ventilated enough to prevent him from asphyxiating, and not dense enough to crush him.