"Has anyone ever told you you're paranoid, Sean?"

"It's not paranoia if they're really following you."

"Maybe she's just lost. We should help her out."

"Maybe she's a raving bloody psycho stalker and we should run away."

"Quit whining. Look, this'll only take a second... Hi there. Can we help you?"

"SQUEEE!!"

"The hell?"

"Shut up, Sean. What's your name?"

"Murgle..."

"Are you lost?"

"Meep! Burble..."

"That ain't proper English, mate."

"Quiet. I think I've got the hang of it. I'm going to ask her her name now: Ummmmm... Meeble meep-meep murgle guh SQUEE?"

"GUH!"

Crash!

Some moments later...

"Christ, Vig, I think... I think she's dead!"

"Well, at least she's got a smile on her face... I mean, look. She looks kinda happy, doesn't she?"

"Shit. Happy or not, this could be bad. What should we do with the body?"

"I know what you should do with my body..."