[Picture if you will:
The camera lens is bloody. It is the Fleshmound House. In fact, the fleshmound is right there. In the background, bruised, cut, and bleeding. In the foreground is Beckett, covered in blood, holding a steak knife that is similarly covered in blood. In the background, chaos is beating on the fleshmound with a rock. He is dressed in a bearskin rug, complete with the head as a hood, Viking-style. Enoch is sitting in a corner twitching and mumbling in a nanite-induced haze. Kid is also sitting in a corner and may be crying. Actually both are crying. In the third corner Brian is filming everything, as you do. They are all spattered liberally with blood.
Also, someone in screaming.]The screaming started after I've cut to a certain depth.
[Beckett speaks over said screaming. He sounds highly clinical.] There may be something inside it, but we couldn't cut away enough to find out. I'm tried and the blood tastes terrible. If someone else wants to try, I recommend a bomb.
[Fleshmound Out.]