Scratching My Head

Preparing The Dissection

Zora & Sybil's Lair

The two corpses have just strapped Paul and Derek into their own operating table. "You'll never get away with this! Our wives will rip you apart the first chance they get!" Yelled Paul. "And that's where you're wrong, young man. They'll never find you here!" Said Sybil. "Actually, they won't find you, period! Even if they do, your brains will already be dissected, and you two will be dead!" Said Zora. "Not if we have anything to say about it!" Said Derek. Both he and Paul try to break free, to no avail.

"You can struggle all you want. But it'll do you very little good!" Zora said. "You're not scaring us, you know!" Paul said. "You say that now, but you'll be scared once we cut your heads open!" Sybil said. "Okay, that's just taking things too far!" Derek said.

Zora exchanges a glance with her sister and the two nod at each other. They each put on surgical masks and pick up an air mask. "What are those for?" Asked Paul. "These will put you to sleep while we do the dissection. After all, patients shouldn't be awake when they're getting surgery." Said Sybil. "And the best part, you won't even feel a thing!" Said Zora. "Oh, joy." Said Derek sarcastically.

"Wait, Zora! We can't proceed with the dissection process with their hair in the way!" Sybil said. "Huh? Oh, right! And now that you mention it, I think I left my hair trimmer in the dungeon below." Zora said. "Why would you bring it down there?" Asked Sybil. "I had it in my dress pocket and didn't hear it fall out while I flirted with King Derek. I think it happened when he slapped my non-bony hand." Said Zora. "Mine is probably near the entrance. But then again, it might be somewhere else. Sometimes I forget where I put my things." Sybil said. "Hey, we've been dead for fifty years, it'll do that to you." Zora said.