"And as long as no one pisses off Ludwig, we might just get out of this situation alive," a man tells a group of strange, almost demonic creatures lying around before closing his little book.

"And that is the agenda. Okay, do we all understand, do we all comprehend that? Uh, Shuck," the man, Sullivan, snaps his fingers as he points over to one of the creatures as they lie on the floor. "I need your help with dinner."

"Are we eating Hyzenthlay tonight?" * *another one, Lucy, asks with her cheery attitude.

"Okay we're not eating Hyzenthlay, it's uh it's awkward," Sullivan explains.

"Can I use her skin for a new hat? Can I?"

Sullivan mulls this over for a moment before answering. "Okay, we're not eating Hyzenthlay, right? Yeah? Eggs."

"Can I at least play with the body? Without the head, obviously."

"Oh, geez," Shuck remarks quietly, rolling his eyes a bit.

"'Cause that will just get in the way~!" Lucy continues with a sing-song tone of voice.

"What a disturbing statement, I would expect no less from you, Lucy. ...However she's right there, so..." Sullivan looks over to a red squirrel standing on a piece of furniture.

"One day, little dove, I'll have you aaall to myself," Lucy says to the squirrel. "No head, though."

"Why?" Hyzenthlay asks.

"Okay. While we're on the subject of uh, of you, could you please stop coughing your teeth up everywhere? 'Cause you f--ed over Henry the Hoover, right? He ain't coming back, right? We're on James the Hoover now. I don't know who the f-- James is. But it's disturbing. So stop doing that."

"And stop biting Winnifred," a blue dragon, Fleischer, adds.

"She likes it. Don't you darling?" Lucy looks over to the blind dragoness.

"What a f--in useless bunch of c--s we are," Sullivan remarks.