Funnily (in a 'well, isn't that queer?' way, not a 'bwahaha' way), I only ever feel the briefest of pity for the little chocolate people and their short, sex-filled lives, before that thought expands itself out into a somewhat frightening existential pondering of their lives and how they came to be, which then expands out into slightly bizarre ponderings of our own lives... Then I get really freaked out and have to force myself to read on to straighten my head out, before I descend into Del's personal territory.
Which, really, just makes the moment that much more perfect.