Hah! Nah, that's more style. The bloodier the better, makes for a great foot stool.

[HE'D appreciate a ribcage xylophone, gosh!! He comes over and flops on the edge of his bed, eye still wandering.]

Just ain't used to shit this nice being handed out. Usually gotta break a few necks for it. But guess that's more motivation here, yeah? You ever been down in the basement?