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Carl, there is a dead human in our house.
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Oh, hey, how did he get here?
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Carl, what did you do?
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Me? I didn't do this.
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Explain what happened Carl!
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I've never seen him before in my life.
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Why did you kill this person Carl?
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I do not kill people.
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That is, that is my least favorite thing to do.
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Tell me, Carl, exactly what you were
doing before I got home.
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Alright, well, I was upstairs.
(Paul) Okay...
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I was, uh, I was sitting in my room.
(Paul) Yes.
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Reading a book.
(Paul) Go on.
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And well, this guy walked in.
(Paul) Okay
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So, I went up to him.
(Paul) Yes
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And, I, uh, I stabbed him 37 times in the chest.
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Carl, that kills people!
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Oh, oh! I didn't know that.
(Paul) Carl!
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How could you not know that?
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Yeah, I'm in the wrong here. I suck.
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What happened to his hands?
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- What's that?
- His hands, why are they missing?
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Well, I, uh, I kind of cooked them up, and ate them.
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Carl!
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Well, I was hungry, and well, you know,
when you crave hands.
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Why on earth would you do that?
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- I was hungry for hands, give me a break!
- Carl!
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- My stomach was making the rumblies.
- Carl!
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That only hands would satisfy.
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What is wrong with you Carl?
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Well, I kill people and I eat hands. That's two things.