Neverwhere1996

Mr. Croup:
Scare her! Scare her! That we should be brought to this.

Mr. Vandemaar:
Should've followed my idea. Would have scared the lass more if I'd pulled his head off while she wasn't looking, then put my hand up through his throat and wiggled my fingers about. They always scream when the eyeballs fall out.

Mr. Croup:
Why get so squeamish at this stage of the game?

Mr. Vandemaar:
I'm not squeamish, Mr. Croup. I like it when the eyeballs fall out.