Halesey thinks that a man with a haircut like that is not to be trusted, so he quickly pulls Larry aside and relays his current thoughts.
"Dude, this guy's hair is totally suspicious, man. We should show him the stapled centrefold. Or potato him. 'Cept it's a bit close for that, so maybe just blast him in the face with musical garbage to soften him up as part two of the sales pitch..." he says, reckoning wildly. Larry seems amiable toward the idea.
"You've got a real potato boner, man. Maybe we could find you some potato porn too."
Well, he doesn't say it's not a good idea, anyhow. So Halesey just turns over to the grinning guy after finding the magazine with the stapled centerfold. The warnings on it do seem to be numerous, and the title of the thing seems to be 'Seraph Reveals All!'
"Dude, check this out. Just a sample, man."
"Color me intrigued, good sir!"
Thus having gotten the man's attention, Halesey opens up the centerfold right at him. There is a brief moment of strange cognizance in his eyes and his jaw drops, his mouth hanging open as he gapes at the mystical sight within the magazine. This gaping lasts for no more than a fraction of a second, and is immediately followed by the man suddenly combusting, pure white tongues of extremely hot flame shooting out of his body toward the skies. Within seconds, all of his flesh has burned, no, evaporated off his body, leaving but a charred skeleton behind that stands still for a moment before crumbling to dust from a small gust of wing. For some reason, Halesey feels an odd reverence flow into him from the sight, which lasts for a whole second before he notices that the magazine seems to have caught fire as well, reflexively dropping it when it starts to burn his hand. By the time he comes to his senses, the thing has become a bit too charred to be resold.