"Well that's just great," you say, "then I guess those breadsticks are no problem at all, huh?"
He stands there looking confused. "So can I have my breadsticks?" he finally asks.
"No," you answer, "and go to Hell."
"Oh," he replies, suddenly sombre, "okay." At your request, the man leaves you and goes to hell. While you're done with your delivery and managed to succeed at that, you wake up feeling somewhat bad about having damned a man's soul to eternal torment.