I was going to eat it, because we clearly can't have a productive conversation as long as it exists.

It wouldn't be the first time the food here has messed someone us
Up. I met a person who was convinced he had a tail like a mermaid instead of legs because of a few too many jello shots, and they were similarly unreasonable.

[He sighed. It wasn't his habit to go full out with the discourse when someone was acting like this, but clearly he had to.]

I'm not a ghost. I don't like that particular pie. Yes, we did die. None of those are lies. You just can't stop talking about that pie while I'm trying to explain the situation you're in, so removing it from the equation seemed like the best option.