Chris was locked into the cattle roaster, or rather the spit was, and it heated up as the spit started to slowly rotate. It was like being in a full enclosure sun bed, at least it didn't feel any hotter, but he could smell himself roasting. He slipped into a half daze, and the hours of roasting seemed to pass like minutes.<br/><br/>"Normally, roasting someone the size of Chris, would take hours, and the show would be over, but with a little time compression magic, he'll be done in about 20 minutes from our point of view."