Smoke was rising up over what once was a crowded drive-in theatre. About five minutes ago, people were sitting quietly and happily in their cars, all eating snacks, being with each other, and enjoying the movie. It looked now as though the apocalypse had struck, for now cars had been overturned, set on fire, and blown up. The concession stand had been pillaged, and the giant screen had been cracked, shattered, and now had a huge crack that looked as if a giant had taken a bite out of it. Human corpses lay all over the place. Some were chewed, some cut up, some set ablaze, some missing limbs or heads, some run over or hit by cars. It was truly a disastrous site.

Paul and Carl stood facing each other in the center of the parking lot.

"Paul! What have you done?" Carl exclaimed in an astonished tone.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Paul replied, calm and composed.

"You destroyed the theatre, Paul! You killed everyone here!"

"Oh, right. You were talking about that."

"Why would you do something like that?"

"Well, they were playing Avatar, and you told me you hated that movie."

"So you take it out on everyone else enjoying it? I mean come on, you were bitting people, kicking and clawing them with your hooves, overturning cars!"

"Well, some of them were making noises, and making a lot of smacking noises as they were making out."

"Paul!"

"They really should have shut up so others could enjoy the movie. And you're calling me inconsiderate."

"And then you went and tore up the concession stand like you were some kind of... savage, rabid animal."

"I'm a llama. I am a savage rabid animal."

"No you're not. And you don't have rabies."

"Well, what can I say? I like popcorn."

"That much?"

"The other thing is those dicks didn't have twizzlers. And we love those things! I mean what kind of movie theatre doesn't have twizzlers?"

"PAUL!"

"Well Carl, how does it feel? The way you're feeling right now?"

"Wait, what?"

"The way you're feeling now, that's how I feel every time you go on one of your rampages!"

"That's what this is about? Giving me a taste of my own medicine?"

"Well, yeah! Ha! Doesn't feel so good, does it?"

"I'm completely devastated Paul, to see that you would try to take my place here."

"Yeah! That's what I- Wait, what?"

"Paul, I'm suppose to be the homicidal killer between us. Not you. And while you did do a fantastic job here, I really want to be the one to go on these rampages."

"THAT'S NOT THE POINT CARL! This was suppose to show you that your rampages are bad, and they need to stop!"

"And you thought going on a rampage yourself would show me that?"

"Okay, maybe I could have thought that through a bit more."

"Well, I should probably mention now that I've called the police."

There was a brief pause before Paul continued.

"CARL! You did what?"

"You're out of control, Paul. You must be stopped."

"Carl, I never called the police on you."

"You should have, Paul. And now you will pay for your mistake. Besides. this town isn't big enough for two deranged homicidal maniacs!"

"YOU'RE the homicidal maniac, Carl! Aren't the police looking for you?"

"No. They're not."

"How can the police not be looking for you after everything you've done?"

"I know excellent lawyers."

"LAWYERS?"

Suddenly. A loud siren started, and red and blue lights started flashing all over the parking lot.

"Woah. Looks like they're here." Carl said. "You better run, Paul."

"Carl! When I get out of prison, I'm going to kill you!"

"Help! I'm being assaulted! Police!"