EPILOGUE:
"So...you leaked the password, and resigned, yes?"
"Yes. As of today, Prickly is the vice-principal of X Middle School.
I'm a bit surprised you were able to recruit him. Seems to me that he's a bit of a stickler for the straight and narrow."
"Oh, I DIDN'T, Mr. Raycliffe. Mr. Prickly is comepletely innocent and ignorant of any wrong doing."
"Then...why did you make the arrangements for him, specifically?"
"Because I've looked him up...I've glanced around.
My dear Uncle taught me something, Raycliff: the death of an innocent counts more than the death of someone as blackhearted as yourself."
"...What do you mean by that?
"...Lucky Duck Lake looks lovely tonight, wouldn't you agree?"
"Wait...what do you mean by the death of-"
"Did I ever tell you who my Grandfather was? Big time gangster back in the day. He had a technique he used on people he needed to make sure went away..."
"N-Now wait a minute-!"
"You aided and abetted fraud, attempted murder, and true murder, Mr. Raycliff.
You're dirty.
You need a bath."
"No...no, PLEASE!...I-!"
...Time Passes...
"Now then, now that that bit of business is taken care of, it's time we plan our next move, my friends...Oh, and I can see it so clearly...
Ingrid's legs kicking the air as I strangle the last bit of life from her body...Can you see it, Sonny?"
"Uh...sure boss. Whatever."
"And the mournful wail of Fillmore's parents, as they watch as I peel away the layers of their son's mind, before I peel the very flesh from his bone: can you hear it, Lawson?"
"Yeah boss, yeah. I can hear it..."
"And the look on each of their faces as I cut them down...Detweiller! Possible! Long!...
...Fiona Phillips...can you imagine it...
Annie?"
"Perfectly, sir...Nothing makes me happier..."
"And finally...the GRAND FINALE! Can you all imagine it?...No... not yet...but you will... everyone will..."
"(Uh, Sonny...what's he doing?)"
"(He's getting into one of his moods, Lawson. Play along.)"
"It's so, so stirring, I feel like purring!-"
"Uh...it's deeply pleasin', to be...th'..reason..."
"So many will be so sa-a-ad!
THREE CHEERS FOR TREACHERY!
It feels so GOOD to be...BAD!"