— Oh, thank God!
— Call me Dean.
— No way. That's my Division Championship soccer trophy! I can't believe he kept this.
— Yeah, it's probably the closest you ever came to being a boy.
— You remember Cinderella? The pumpkin that turns into a coach and the mice that become horses?
— Dude! Could you be more gay? Don't answer that.
— 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.
— 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!