Llama: Carl! There is a dead human in our house!
Carl: Oh..hey..how did he get here?
Llama: Caaaaarl! What did you dooo?
Carl: Me? uh..I didnt do this!
Llama: Explained what happened Carl!
Carl: I've never seen him before in my life!
Llama: Why did you kill this person Carl?
Carl: I do not kill people..that is..that is my least favourite thing to do..
Llama: Tell me Carl, exactly what you were doing before I came home.
Carl: Alright..well, I was upstairs..
Llama: Okay?
Carl: I was uh..sitting in my room...
Llama: Yes..?
Carl: Reading a book..
Llama: Go on...
Carl: And, uh... well this guy walked in...
Llama: Okay?
Carl: So I went up to him..
Llama: Yes...
Carl: And I..I stabbed him 37 times in the chest.
Llama: Caaaaaaaaarl! That kills people!!
Carl: Oh, well, I didnt know that.
Llama: How could you not know that!
Carl: Yeah, I'm in the wrong here. I suck!
Llama: What happened to his hands?
Carl: What's that?
Llama: His hands. Why-why are they missing?
Carl: Well, I kind of um, cooked them up. And ate them.
Llama: Caaaaaaaaaarrrll!!!
Carl: I was hungry. And well, you know, when you crave hands...
Llama: Why on earth would you do that?
Carl: I was hungry for hands! Gimmie a break!
Llama: Caaaaaaarl!!!
Carl: My stomach was making the rumblies...
Llama: Caaarl!
Carl: That only hands could satisfy!
Llama: What is wrong with you Carl!
Carl: Well, I kill people and I eat hands, that's two things!
