Just because you can do what you want doesn't mean that you get to do whatever you want!
His name is Misha!… Misha?! Misha? Jensen? …What's with names around here?
— That's for getting me killed.
— If it makes you feel better, we got him killed too.
— I'm cool with it!
— He's cool with it.
— Oh, you know, I thought you were supposed to be impressive. All you do is black out the room?
— And the eastern seaboard.
— I talked to Mr. Beetle's doctor. Turns out his incisions were sewn up with silk.
— That's weird?
— Yeah, nowadays it is, but silk used to be the suture of choice back in the early 19th-century. It was really problematic. Patients would get massive infections, the death rate was insane.
— Good times.
— Right. So, doctors, they had to do whatever they could to keep the infections from spreading. One way was maggots.
— Dude, I'm eating.
— It actually kind of worked because maggots, they eat the bad tissue and they leave good tissue. And get this: When they found our guy, his body cavity was stuffed full of maggots.
— Dude, I'm eating!
— I'm calmed down. Somebody stole my car.
— The 67' Impala, was that yours? Well, it was in a tow-away zone.
— No, it wasn't!
— It was when I finished with it.
— What?
— Nothing.
— Dean! What!?
— Dude, you full on had a girl up inside of you for like a week. That's pretty naughty.
— What's going on with everybody?
— I don't know.
— My neighbor… Mr. Rodgers, h-
— You've got a neighbor named Mr. Rodgers?
— Not anymore.
— We can't just waste 'em with a headshot?
— Dude, you've been watching way too many Romero flicks.