Paul: CAAARL! THERE'S A DEAD HUMAN IN OUR HOUSE! Carl: Oh, hey, how did that get in there? Paul: CAARL! What did you do? Carl: Me-dat-deat-I didn't do this. Paul: Explain what happened, Carl. Carl: I've never seen him before in my life. Paul: Why'd 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, what exactly you were doing before I came home. Carl: Well, I was upstairs... Paul: Okay... Carl: I was...I was sitting in my room... Paul: Yes... Carl: Reading a book.... Paul: Go on... Carl: And, well, this guy walked in... Paul: Okay... Carl: So I walked up to him... Paul: Yes... Carl: And I stabbed him 37 times in the chest! Paul: CARL! That kills people! Carl: Oh, oh wow! I did not know that. Paul: How yould 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, why are they missing? Carl: Well, I kind of cooked them up. And ate them. Paul: Carl. Carl: Well, you know, when you crave hands... Paul: Why on Earth would you do that? Carl: I was hungry for hands. Gimme a break. Paul: CAAAAARRRRRL. Carl: I had the munchies. Carl: That only hands would satisfy.