"Good... Whatever time it is."

"... It is silent, for once."

"I also vanished. Perhaps the fox and I went together, it would surprise me if I were taken to become better than you all."

"Yet thinking about it, you can't improve on perfection. Anyway, Foxy, shall we tell another tale, something more... Well, realistic."

"... True, maybe you can tell us the most embarrassing Mike story, Hm?"

"Dead is an interesting term..."

"Inhaling is my job, fox. Well, it would be if I were alive, and actually could breathe."

"Halloween swiftly approaches. I would suggest we all get festive yet, that would require removing our suits."

"Blinking, Bonnie. That is how I'm greeted. Did you miss me?"

"Oh. Bonnie. I really hope you're ready to be Terrified."

"Good. Good."

"Tch, typical. You always run, never stand and actually have a conversation."

"Oh, wonderful..."

"I question many things, one of which is why am I still here? I could leave, and never return. But, if I do, who will admire me?"

"Tis the day of the spooky and scary. Aka, Halloween. Which, in my opinion, is awful."

He walks.

"Surprise bitches, bet you thought you'd seen the last of me, and Hattington?"

"It is a shame that, oh, what's his name? Dick? Fucker? Pisshead? Missing a brain? Oh, Mike! Isn't here."

"Since I'm literally alone here..." He takes off his hat. "Psst, hattington... Are you listening?"

"I love how silent it is. It's the perfect time for me to practice..." Looks at smudged writing on his hand "... Meemees and maymays..."