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[about to surrender to the burglars]

Richie:
No no, they might beat us up.

Eddie:
What and cut our bodies into a thousand different pieces?

Richie:
And skin us alive.

Eddie:
And then... put on our skins.

Richie:
And do foul depraved love-making to our still twitching corpses.

Eddie:
And eat our livers.

Richie:
And drink our blood! And play cricket with our hearts!

Eddie:
Yeah... using our love truncheons as wickets!

Richie:
And then do weird sort of pagan dancing flapping our skins about the room, and smearing naked girlies' breasts with our throbbing disintegrating brains!

Eddie:
[pause] It's not much of an option really, is it?