Dr. Evil: You know, I have one simple request. And that is to have sharks with frickin' laser beams attached to their heads! Now evidently my cycloptic colleague informs me that that cannot be done. Ah, would you remind me what I pay you people for, honestly? Throw me a bone here! What do we have?
Number Two: Sea bass.
Dr. Evil: [pause] Right.
Number Two: They are... mutated sea bass.
Dr. Evil: Are they ill-tempered?
Number Two: Absolutely.
Dr. Evil: Oh well, that's a start...
— Austin Powers: International Man of Mystery
Chairface Chippendale: Unfortunately, the three of you aren't going to be around to witness my historic crime, because I'm going to feed you to my pit of ferocious man-eating alligators!
Arthur: What?... What? *Aside, to The Tick* What?!
The Tick: *Ahem* Standard villain procedure.
— The Tick
Galasso: Christmas is over, seasonal employees. You are no longer required. FEED THEM TO THE SHARK PIT!
Amber: Whoa, whoa, maybe we can hire some of them again next year.
Galasso: Fine. Very well. Close the pit.