Chloe is locked in place and the lasers do swift work of carving her down the middle.

She can feel as her guts dump out of her belly right up until the hot laser burns through her spinal column.
"Please" she cries with an intentionally crisp accent
"Please"

"Plea...."

The desperate young girl's begging and pleading are cut short as the laser carves its way through her clever little brain.

her erudite cries for mercy are reduced to retarded, unintelligible moans and guttural, bloody throat gurgles.

Chloe spasms for a little bit, before she finally expires, and her two halves ingloriously splat onto the conveyer

Then its Matilda's turn to get snuffed.