Rouge: Shaddoww! There's a dead human in our house!
Shadow: Oh…hey…How did he get here?
Rouge: Shaaaadow, what did you do?!
Shadow: Me? Uh, I didn't do this!
Rouge: Explain what happened, Shadow!
Shadow: I've never seen him before in my life!
Rouge: Why did you kill this person, Shadow?
Shadow: I do not kill people. That is…that is my least favorite thing to do.
Rouge: Tell me, Shadow, exactly what you were doing before I came home.
Shadow: Alright, well…I was upstairs…
Rouge: Okay…
Shadow: I was uh…I was sitting in my room…
Rouge: Yes?
Shadow: reading a book…
Rouge: Go on…
Shadow: And, uh, well this guy walked in…
Rouge: Okay…
Shadow: So, I went up to him…
Rouge: Yes…
Shadow: And I…I stabbed him 37 times in the chest.
(Silence.)
Rouge: Shaaaaaaaaaaaaadooooow, that KILLS people!
Shadow: Oh! Well, I didn't know that!
Rouge: How could you not know that?!
Shadow: Yeah, I'm in the wrong here. I SUCK.
(silence)
Rouge: What happened to his hands?
Shadow: What's that?
Rouge: His hands. Why—why are they missing?
Shadow: Well, I kind of umm…cooked them up. And ate them.
(silence)
Rouge: Shaaaaaaaaaadooow!
Shadow: Well, I—I was hungry. And well, you know, when you crave hands…
Rouge: Why on earth would you do that?!
Shadow: I was hungry for hands! Gimme a break!
Rouge: Shaaaaaadoow!
Shadow: My stomach was making the rumblies.
Rouge: Shaadow!
Shadow: That only hands would satisfy!
Rouge: What is wrong with you, Shadow?!
Shadow: Well, I kill people and I eat hands! That's—that's two things!
~WhatchaGonnaDoAboutIt