Dead Meat music gets louder.

ZABBY They’re beating the drums, Mr. Sheridan. Do you hear that?

CHUCK (pleading) Dead meat dead meat! Dead meat dead. Meat dead meat dead meat?

ZABBY Oh Chuck. Shut up, already! It would be rude of me to eat in front of our guests, without offering them a bite. Those Things are hungry, and you look…delicious. Give in.

ZABBY picks CHUCK up out of the chair by his hair. She drags him before forcing him to his knees. Thick black liquid oozes from his mouth.

CHUCK (whimpering) Dead meat dead meat dead meat dead meat dead meat…

ZABBY We’re going to eat you, Chuck. Your liver first. I bet it’s – slippery. It won’t be much longer, Daddy. I can hardly wait. Those Things are going to gnash you up in their awful teeth. How I do like to watch you suffer. Can you hear