The door has just come to a screeching open. Now, who possibly can be next that is here to demand what is not theirs. Well, I do believe that I should not even ask such a question for I have learned that you shall get the answer that you do not which to hear.
So it is with utmost patience that we wait for the face of this person to appear that shall be next to want to kill us. And as he approaches, I look at him rather oddly.
"Now who shall you be?"
From next to me I hear Connor speak, but with a voice that sounds oddly puzzled, "Dick Roman. I thought we killed you?"
"Well next time try to burn my head."
I look at Dean somewhat puzzled, "Why would you want to burn the man's head if he is already dead?"
"Because he can reattach it."
"Oh, I don't think if I should like or hate the creatures. But that is beside the point. What is it that you are doing here?"
