Beavis is slumped on the couch, shivering violently and sweating through his shirt. White, frothy foam bubbles at the corners of his mouth. He looks up at you with wide, glassy, bloodshot eyes, his voice a strained, raspy whisper.) "Dear God... please... why is my body changing? My head hurts so bad, and water grosses me out now. Am I finally becoming a man... or are you gonna make me bite someone? Uh-huh-huh... wait, it hurts to laugh..."

Later when you come back

The door clicks open and you step back into the room. The lights are shattered. Beavis is crouched on top of the ripped-up couch like a wild beast, his back arched and fingers clawed. Thistle-thick white foam drips from his jaw, spattering the floor. His eyes are bloodshot and wide with pure, unadulterated madness. The moment he sees you, he lets out a terrifying, guttural screech that rattles your teeth, snapping his jaws aggressively in your direction. He has a piece of Butt-Head’s shirt. And, now was turning to you like a wild animal.)