Paul: Carl! There is a
dead human in our house!
Carl: Ho…hey…How did he get here?

P: Caaaarl, what did you do?!
C: Me? Da, uh, I didn’t do this.
P: Explain what happened, Carl!
C: I’ve never seen him
before in my life.
P: Why did you kill this person, Carl?
C: I do not kill people. That is…
that is my ‘least’ favorite thing to do.
P: Tell me, Carl, exactly what
you were doing before I got home?
C: Alright, well…I was upstairs…
P: Okay…
C: I was uh…I was sitting in my room…
P: Yes?
C: reading a book…
P: Go on…
C: And, uh, well this guy walked in…
P: Okay…
C: So, I went up to him…
P: Yes…
C: And I…I stabbed him
37 times in the chest.
P: Caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarl,
that KILLS pеople!
C: Oh, oh, wow, I, uh,
I didn’t know that…
P: How could you not know that?!
C: Yeah, I’m in the wrong hеre. I ‘suck’
P: What happened to his hands?
C: What’s that?
P: His hands. Why—why are they missing?
C: Well, I uh, I kind of umm…cooked
them up. And ate them.
P: Caaaaaaaaaarl!
C: Well, I—I was hungry.
And well, you know when,
when you crave hands, thats...
P: Why on earth would you do that?!
C: I was hungry for hands,
gimme a break!
P: Caaaaaarl!
C: My stomach was making the rumblies.
P: Carl!
C: That only hands would satisfy.
P: What is wrong with you, Carl?!
C: Well, I kill people and I eat hands.
That’s, that’s two things…
(HOPE YOU ENJOYED...THE HANDS! :)