Wish you to cross the border? Then tribute must be levied, in equal measure to the worth of the soul within — and only by the Guardian of the Border shall you be ajudged, then to know which parts of you are in fullness and which are in lack. The toll of you I deem to be no less than a biscuit, or three nibble-sized treats of flavor chicken or pork. Have you none? Then that which is beyond the border shall ever be unknown to you.