Paul: KAARLL!! THERE IS A DEAD HUMAN IN THE HOUSE!

Karl: Oh…hey…How did he get here?

Paul: Kaaaarl, what did you do?!

Karl: Me? Uh, I didn't do this!

Paul: Explain what happened, Karl!

Karl: I've never seen him before in my life!

Paul: Why did you kill this person, Karl?

Karl: I do not kill people. That is…that is my least favorite thing to do.

Paul: Tell me, Karl, exactly what you were doing before I came home.

Karl: Alright, well…I was upstairs…

Paul: Okay…

Karl: I was uh…I was sitting in my room…

Paul: Yes?

Karl: reading a book…

Paul: Go on…

Karl: And, uh, well this guy walked in…

Paul: Okay…

Karl: So, I went up to him…

Paul: Yes…

Karl: And I…I stabbed him 37 times in the chest.

(Silence.)

Paul: Kaaaaaaaaaaaaarl, that KILLS people!

Karl: Oh! Well, I didn't know that!!

Paul: How could you not know that?!

Karl: Yeah, I'm in the wrong here. I SUCK.

(silence)
Paul: What happened to his hands?

Karl: What's that?

Paul: His hands. Why—why are they missing?

Karl: Well, I kind of umm…cooked them up. And ate them.

(silence)
Paul: Kaaaaaaaaaarl!!

Karl: Well, I—I was hungry. And well, you know, when you crave hands…

Paul: Why on earth would you do that?!

Karl: I was hungry for hands! Gimme a break!

Paul: Kaaaaaarl!

Karl: My stomach was making the rumblies.

Paul: Kaarl!

Karl: That only hands would satisfy!

Paul: What is wrong with you, Karl?!

Karl: Well, I kill people and I eat hands! That's—that's two things!