The Smiling Dead gang were chasing Jack— a former member who had seen Mel bleed black blood. Mud had shot Jack right through the head while cackling.

Mud: “Scum! Dirty bloody, pulpy, purple blood scum!” He cackled, before abruptly stopping, he poked his head down.

Mud: “Wait— why we huntin’ Jack? I like Jack….”

Breadhead: “If we get paid, who cares why we do it?”

Mel: “I betcha five scarab to turn Mud inside out~”

Looking through the car mirror, Ken smirked

Ken: “I’ll give him ten!”

Mud: “Well I’d kill you degenerates for free!” They all cackled

Mel: “Hey dad— check this out!” she hopped onto the car roof making Ken grumble and sigh

Ken: “Breadhead, since you were a bun in the oven you’ve been nothing but good. Your sister on the other hand..” He poked his head out “GET BACK IN HERE YOU LITTLE BRAT!”

She just barked making him growl, his fists clenching around the steering wheel

Mud: “Hey— worst comes to worst she’ll just lose a leg! We’ll just sew her a new one!”

Ken: “SHUT UP!”