You spot a messy-haired person working on their newest taxidermy.

???: Whistling his own little tune

The scissors are flying around, cutting the skin with the most perfect precision possible.

"Snip snip"

???: "And we snip there..." Snip "And over here..." Snip "And ther-" Snap "...fuck..."

The taxidermist's perpetual smile quickly turns into a sad frustrated frown as they accidentally cut the millimeter off.