I want you to know. He's not coming back. Look into my eyes. I'm not coming back. So knives out. Catch the mouse. Don't look down. Shove it in your mouth. If you'd been a dog. They would've drowned you at birth. Look into my eyes. It's the only way you'll know I'm telling the truth. So knives out. Cook him up. Squash his head. Put him in the pot. I want you to know. He's not coming back. He's bloated and frozen. Still there's no point in letting it go to waste. So knives out. Catch the mouse. Squash his head. Put him in the pot