Big Bad

Mortimer:
Tonight is the anniversary of they Jail House Massacre!

Deputy Marcus:
Real quick... do we feel "massacre" is a bit of a strong word? It was just that one small family.

Arial:
The youngest boy did survive.

Deputy Marcus:
See. Three deaths. I don't know the text book definition of a massacre, but it's gotta be close to... seven.

Sheriff Evans:
Don't go throwing facts around, Deputy. We're talking FOLK LORE here.

Crystal:
Some type of security camera?

Donny:
Yeah, that makes sense, it's a jail.

Crystal:
It doesn't make any sense. It's not a working jail.

Chase:
Who cares. Maybe it has Facebook.

Crystal:
Right. We can update our status to "help".

Chase:
Right!

Crystal:
Stop freaking out.

Chase:
I am NOT freaking out.

Crystal:
You are TOTALLY freaking out. This is just like your fourth grade birthday party when your parents hired that guy in the mouse suit.

Chase:
SHUT UP ABOUT THE MOUSE SUIT!

Donny:
Guys! Focus.

Crystal:
What?

Chase:
Check your phone.

Crystal:
I didn't bring a phone.

Chase:
You didn't bring a phone?

Crystal:
I didn't think I would need one.

Donny:
You seriously didn't bring a phone?

Crystal:
Oh, come on! I didn't know we were going to be eaten tonight!