No, not me - the hatchetfaced demon, I mean. What a liar, but she won't face any repercussions for that. After all, sin is her business. The fires flare around them and a chill runs down my spine. The warning is followed by a shot of the Kucha camp, with Rodger loudly snoozing, as a chicken feather floats up and wafts down, floats up and wafts down.
Grateful parents wait for that horror to end, then usher the tots back in.
After the Kucha tribe wakes up, they spot a pig. Nick IS useful. Faster than a carload of Midwesterners with burning colons racing home from the local Indian buffet, Michael is off and running, knife in hand. Nick tags along, and Michael tells him to trap the pig. Nick whines to the pig.