Oh, pastor~tell us o' the lickin' burnin' flames o' Hell in which the demon onions will roast for all eternity, surrounded wi' lima beans & brussels sprouts a-prickin' 'em wi' pitchforks! (Personally I like onions, but that doesn't necessarily signify much---they'd be by no means the only things I'm fond of that I'd be unsurprised to meet in Old Nick's parlor!)