Carl: Oh hey How did he get here?
Paul: Caaaarl, what did you do?!
Carl: Me? Uh, I didn't do this!
Paul: Explain what happened, Carl!
Carl: I've never seen him before in my life!
Paul: Why did you kill this person, Carl?
Carl: I do not kill people. That is
that is my least favorite thing to do.
Paul: Tell me, Carl, exactly what you were doing before I came home.
Carl: Alright, well
I was upstairs
Carl: I was uh
I was sitting in my room
Carl: reading a book
Paul: Go on
Carl: And, uh, well this guy walked in
Carl: So, I went up to him
Carl: And I
I stabbed him 37 times in the chest.
Paul: Caaaaaaaaaaaaarl, that KILLS people!
Carl: Oh! Well, I didn't know that!!
Paul: How could you not know that?!
Carl: Yeah, I'm in the wrong here. I SUCK.
Paul: What happened to his hands?
Carl: What's that?
Paul: His hands. Whywhy are they missing?
Carl: Well, I kind of umm
cooked them up. And ate them.
Carl: Well, II was hungry. And well, you know, when you crave hands
Paul: Why on earth would you do that?!
Carl: I was hungry for hands! Gimme a break!
Carl: My stomach was making the rumblies.
Carl: That only hands would satisfy!
Paul: What is wrong with you, Carl?!
Carl: Well, I kill people and I eat hands! That'sthat's two things!