You can't see it, but I've actually got a sixteen-pack under this shirt. I'm totally ripped. Absolutely shredded. Killer comes back, I'll give him the ol' one-two. Just punch his face clean off. See how he likes these guns.

This guy's out for blood. He's hunting the most dangerous game. Which is apparently a five-foot-two girl in heels and her charming and attractive friend. I feel like he can probably set the bar a little higher, even if I *am* the perfect human. You agree that I'm the very pinnacle of evolution, right?

Maybe- Maybe she was right! Maybe it's all just a really sick prank, or a social commentary or something! He might not be a murderer at all, everyone might be just fine! It's just- It's just modern art! Any second now, he's gonna come through that door and he'll be, I don't know, Banksy? This is something he would do, right?