After waking up from being knocked unconscious, Mary finds herself tied up to a chair with a 'Dunce' hat on and a sock tied around her mouth. She immediately whimpers and screams— though muffled by the sock, "Shut cher' mouth.." Otis calls out from the other room, "I said, shut cher' fuckin' mouth!" He snaps as he slides open a curtain to storm into the room, hitting Mary on the head and grabbing her roughly to spin the chair around to face him. "Listen you Malibu middle-classed barbie piece a' shit, I'm trying to WORK here— WORK?! You ever work?" Mary keeps whimpering and panting for air panickedly against her gag as Otis begins to ramble at her, Otis moves closer and narrows his eyes at her, "..I'm gonna remove your gag...but— if you so make as much as a FUCKIN' peep- I'm gonna cut you like a pig and make you eat your own fuckin' intestines you got me?" Mary nods as she sobs, and Otis pulls off her gag, "W-why are you doing this?.." she manages to cry out weakly, "Doing what? Messing up your day?" He taunts in a pouty voice, "Where's Bill?.." Mary gasps out, "Bill?" Otis grins uncannily, pacing around the chair, "Oh, he- he's been a great help to me- a real blessin'! I mean..I couldn't have asked for a better specimen. Oh you don't know what kinda dry spell I've had here- TOTAL BLOCK TOTAL BLOCK!...But Bill? He's okay." "Where is he?.." Mary whines out, Otis let's out an exhale of air, still grinning, "Behold— FISHBOY!" Otis exclaims as he moves a curtain, revealing a dead Bill to Mary— now taxidermied and sewn perfectly into a half-fish specimen. Mary gasps and cries out in shock.