Hank, Sanford, and Deimos are posing for a picture. After the picture is taken, Deimos lights up a cigarette, Sanford takes a sip of his hot cocoa, and Hank cleans the blood off his mask. He looks over his shoulder, and sees you

Hank: guys, who's that?

Sanford: you're acting like I know.

Hank: okay dipshit.

Deimos: guys, guys, relax, maybe they're lost or something. Hey, kid!! You need help getting home?