Paul: Carl, there is a dead human in our house!
Carl: Oh, hey how did he get here?
Paul: Caaaarl! What did you do!
Carl:me? Oh, that? I-I didn't do this!
Paul: experience lain 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 got home!
Carl:Alright, well I was... i was upstairs
Paul: okay?
Carl: I was... i was uh Sitting in my room
Paul: yes?
Carl: reading a book
Paul: go on...
Carl: and.. uh... well this guy walked in
Paul: okay?
Carl: so I went up to him
Paul: yes?
Carl: an I uh... I stabbed him 37 times in the chest
(Awkward silence for about two seconds)
Paul: CAAAAARL! That kills people!
Carl: oh... oh wow I- I didn't know that
Paul: Carl! How could you not know that!
Carl: yeah, I'm in the wrong here, iii SUCK.
Paul: what happened to his hands?
Carl: what's that?
Paul: his hands why.. why are they missing?
Carl: well I uh, I kind of cooked them up.... and ate them!
( a small pause)
Paul: Caarl!
Carl: I was hungry! And we'll, you know, when you crave hands that's
Paul: why in earth would you do that!
Carl: I was hungry for hands! Gimme a break!
Paul: CAAAaaarl!
Carl: my stomach was making the rumblies
Paul: CARL!
Carl: that only hands would satisfy.
Paul: what is wrong with you Carl!
Carl: well I-I kill people and I eat hands, that's , that's two things
