[Genie doesn't even have to hesitate when the votes come in. Bill is immediately picked up by a disembodied blue hand and dragged to the stage like a kitten being carried by the scruff of his neck. The hand deposits him in the center of the stage. As Bill takes a moment to recover, a loud whirring noise can be heard.
In the voice not unlike a WWE announcer, Genie bellows into a microphone:]
NOW, TO FACE THE DEADLY GAUNTLET OF ULTIMATE DESTRUCTION: BILL CIPHER!
[Suddenly, panels on the stage begin flipping over and revealing various instruments of torture--an iron maiden, a wall of fire, a kiddie pool filled with piranhas that leap out of the water and snap at the air. From the ceiling descends a series of automatic gattling guns, a series of swinging axes, and a little white dog that hangs suspended from a rope. It seems like the stage itself is stretching to fit this many obstacles on it.]
IF HE MANAGES TO PASS ALL THE OBSTACLES, THEN BILL WILL CONTINUE TO LIVE--
[An animatronic parrot descends from a wire and lands on Genie's shoulder, cutting him off. He frowns as the parrot squawks an indecipherable amount of words at him.]
What do you mean we can't do that?
[Squawk, squawk, caw-caw.]
We don't have it in the budget?
[The parrot continues to jabber into the Genie's ear, with Genie looking more and more annoyed. Eventually, he shoos the bird off his shoulder and shrugs.]
Sorry, pal. I guess I'll just have to come up with something else.
[A small panel opens from the floor and a mechanical hand holding a comically large blunderbuss pops out. Genie looks startled, glancing between Bill and the gun. Almost desperately, Genie snaps his fingers, causing blindfolds to appear on the children present in the audience.]
Sorry, kids--
[Before he's able to finish his sentence, the hand squeezes the trigger. With an earth-shattering BOOM, the muzzle explodes, blinding everyone at their podiums. When the light fades, Bill is still standing--except now, there's a gigantic, gaping hole in his chest. Those on the far side of the podiums may or may not have been sprayed with a smattering of blood, bone, and viscera. Bill's expression looks shocked as he slowly moves his arm through the hole, as if checking to see if his organs are truly gone.]
Huh. Whaddya know.
[And, just like that, Bill topples over on the stage, blood still leaking from the hole in his chest.
Bill Cipher is dead.
Genie stares at the corpse, then tentatively looks back towards those that remain.]
Uh...tune in next week, I guess?
[The doors to the trial room open automatically. It looks like you all are free to go...for now.]
Execution: SUNDAY SUNDAY SUNDAY
In the voice not unlike a WWE announcer, Genie bellows into a microphone:]
NOW, TO FACE THE DEADLY GAUNTLET OF ULTIMATE DESTRUCTION: BILL CIPHER!
[Suddenly, panels on the stage begin flipping over and revealing various instruments of torture--an iron maiden, a wall of fire, a kiddie pool filled with piranhas that leap out of the water and snap at the air. From the ceiling descends a series of automatic gattling guns, a series of swinging axes, and a little white dog that hangs suspended from a rope. It seems like the stage itself is stretching to fit this many obstacles on it.]
IF HE MANAGES TO PASS ALL THE OBSTACLES, THEN BILL WILL CONTINUE TO LIVE--
[An animatronic parrot descends from a wire and lands on Genie's shoulder, cutting him off. He frowns as the parrot squawks an indecipherable amount of words at him.]
What do you mean we can't do that?
[Squawk, squawk, caw-caw.]
We don't have it in the budget?
[The parrot continues to jabber into the Genie's ear, with Genie looking more and more annoyed. Eventually, he shoos the bird off his shoulder and shrugs.]
Sorry, pal. I guess I'll just have to come up with something else.
[A small panel opens from the floor and a mechanical hand holding a comically large blunderbuss pops out. Genie looks startled, glancing between Bill and the gun. Almost desperately, Genie snaps his fingers, causing blindfolds to appear on the children present in the audience.]
Sorry, kids--
[Before he's able to finish his sentence, the hand squeezes the trigger. With an earth-shattering BOOM, the muzzle explodes, blinding everyone at their podiums. When the light fades, Bill is still standing--except now, there's a gigantic, gaping hole in his chest. Those on the far side of the podiums may or may not have been sprayed with a smattering of blood, bone, and viscera. Bill's expression looks shocked as he slowly moves his arm through the hole, as if checking to see if his organs are truly gone.]
Huh. Whaddya know.
[And, just like that, Bill topples over on the stage, blood still leaking from the hole in his chest.
Bill Cipher is dead.
Genie stares at the corpse, then tentatively looks back towards those that remain.]
Uh...tune in next week, I guess?
[The doors to the trial room open automatically. It looks like you all are free to go...for now.]