A consequence of becoming a, "liar, liar," is finding your pants spontaneously combusting into flames.
Pete: "Liar Liar, Pants on fire."
Lando: "Ah, good point my good sir, could you please extinguish my trousers?"
Pete: "No...you bloody traitor."
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