A NEEDLE INTO A BUG... A NEEDLE INTO A BUG... A NEEDLE...
GRAVEROBBER: WHO--WHO’S THERE?! STAY BACK!
SHILO: UM, DO YOU HAVE MY CURE?
GRAVEROBBER: KID? IS THAT YOU?
SHILO: I’M HERE TO EARN MY CURE.
GRAVEROBBER: YOUR CURE? IS THAT WHAT THIS IS ABOUT?! SORRY, THAT FUCKING AMBER CLEANED ME OUT. BUT MAYBE LATER. I’LL HOOK YOU UP LATER. JUST HELP ME DOWN.
SHILO: THE DRUG...?
GRAVEROBBER: YEAH, THE DRUG.
SHILO: YEAH...
GRAVEROBBER: YOUR CURE, IT’S--
SHILO: THE DRUG!
GRAVEROBBER: HELP ME DOWN.
SHILO: HELP ME...
GRAVEROBBER: I’LL SCORE SOME.
SHILO: ...SHED SOME...
GRAVEROBBER: KID, I’M OUT.
SHILO: SOME...
GRAVEROBBER: I TOLD YOU.
SHILO: LIGHT ON...
GRAVEROBBER: THAT’S THE SITU—
SHILO: ...THE SITUATION.
GRAVEROBBER: THE SITUATION--
CHORUS: A NEEDLE INTO A BUG... A NEEDLE INTO A BUG... A NEEDLE INTO A BUG... A NEEDLE INTO A BUG...
SHILO: HOW ‘BOUT HER? SHE’S RIGHT BESIDE YOU? NO, I MEAN HER ZYTRATE. NO, IT’S LIKE A NIGHT-LIGHT.
GRAVEROBBER: YEAH...? SHE’S RIGHT BESIDE ME, SO? I’M OUT OF ZYTRATE. OH, IT’S LIKE A NIGHT-LIGHT.
GRAVEROBBER: YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL! IT’S EASY.
SHILO: YOU DON’T MEAN...?
GRAVEROBBER: YEAH.
SHILO: FOR ME TO--?
GRAVEROBBER: SO, EASY--
SHILO: I DON’T THINK...
GRAVEROBBER: DON’T THINK.
SHILO: ...THAT I COULD—
GRAVEROBBER: JUST SMACK IT!
SHILO: I GUESS THAT SHE...
GRAVEROBBER: SHE WON’T.
SHILO: ...WON’T FEEL IT—
GRAVEROBBER: YOU’VE GOT TO SMACK IT...
GRAVEROBBER: INTO HER SKULL!
SHILO: INSIDE HER SKULL.
GRAVEROBBER AND SHILO: A NEEDLE INTO A BUG! A NEEDLE INTO A BUG! A NEEDLE INTO A BUG! A NEEDLE INTO A BUG!