You call yourselves monsters. [If he weren't so confused by multiple things happening right now, he'd probably have the sense to ask. But he's distracted by this oozing goo, opting to find the head so he could tilt it back.] I don't think you are one. You've been very kind.

[This head is really gross. It's limp, though, so he's pulling back an eyelid.] Your brother sounds like lazy bones. [ha, ha,]