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Llama: Carl! There is a dead human in our house!

Carl: Oh…hey…How did he get here?

Llama: Caaaarl, what did you do?!

Carl: Me? Uh, I didn’t do this!

Llama: Explain what happened, Carl!

Carl: I’ve never seen him before in my life!

Llama: Why did you kill this person, Carl?

Carl: I do not kill people. That is…that is my least favorite thing to do.

Llama: Tell me, Carl, exactly what you were doing before I came home.

Carl: Alright, well…I was upstairs…

Llama: Okay…    Carl: I was uh…I was sitting in my room…

Llama: Yes?    Carl: reading a book…

Llama: Go on…    Carl: And, uh, well this guy walked in…

Llama: Okay… Carl: So, I went up to him…

Llama: Yes…   Carl: And I…I stabbed him 37 times in the chest.

(Silence.)

Llama: Caaaaaaaaaaaaarl, that KILLS people!

Carl: Oh! Well, I didn’t know that!!

Girl? Llama: How could you not know that?!

Carl: Yeah, I’m in the wrong ear. I SUCK.

(silence)

Llama: What happened to his hands?

Carl: What’s that?

Llama: His hands. Why—why are they missing?

Carl: Well, I kind of umm…cooked them up. And ate them.

Llama: Caaaaaaaaaarl!!

Carl: Well, I—I was hungry. And well, you know, when you crave hands…

Llama: Why on earth would you do that?!

Carl: I was hungry for hands! Give me a break!

Llama: Caaaaaarl!

Carl: My stomach was making the rumblies.

Llama: Caarl!

Carl: That only hands would satisfy!

Llama: What is wrong with you, Carl?!

Carl: Well, I kill people and I eat hands! That’s—that’s two things!