CHORUS:
A NEEDLE INTO A BUG...
A NEEDLE INTO A BUG...
A NEEDLE...
GRAVEROBBER:
WHO--WHO’S THERE?! STAY BACK!
SHILO:
UM, DO YOU HAVE MY CURE?
GRAVEROBBER:
KID? IS THAT YOU?
SHILO:
I’M HERE TO EARN MY CURE.
GRAVEROBBER:
YOUR CURE? IS THAT WHAT THIS IS ABOUT?!
SORRY, THAT FUCKING AMBER
CLEANED ME OUT.
BUT MAYBE LATER.
I’LL HOOK YOU UP LATER.
JUST HELP ME DOWN.
SHILO:
THE DRUG...?
GRAVEROBBER:
YEAH, THE DRUG.
SHILO:
YEAH...
GRAVEROBBER:
YOUR CURE, IT’S--
SHILO:
THE DRUG!
GRAVEROBBER:
HELP ME DOWN.
SHILO:
HELP ME...
GRAVEROBBER:
I’LL SCORE SOME.
SHILO:
...SHED SOME...
GRAVEROBBER:
KID, I’M OUT.
SHILO:
SOME...
GRAVEROBBER:
I TOLD YOU.
SHILO:
LIGHT ON...
GRAVEROBBER:
THAT’S THE SITU—
SHILO:
...THE SITUATION.
GRAVEROBBER:
THE SITUATION--
CHORUS:
A NEEDLE INTO A BUG...
A NEEDLE INTO A BUG...
A NEEDLE INTO A BUG...
A NEEDLE INTO A BUG...
SHILO:
HOW ‘BOUT HER?
SHE’S RIGHT BESIDE YOU?
NO, I MEAN HER ZYTRATE. NO,
IT’S LIKE A NIGHT-LIGHT.
GRAVEROBBER:
YEAH...?
SHE’S RIGHT BESIDE ME, SO?
I’M OUT OF ZYTRATE.
OH, IT’S LIKE A NIGHT-LIGHT.
GRAVEROBBER:
YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL! IT’S EASY.
SHILO:
YOU DON’T MEAN...?
GRAVEROBBER:
SHILO:
FOR ME TO--?
GRAVEROBBER:
SO, EASY--
SHILO:
I DON’T THINK...
GRAVEROBBER:
DON’T THINK.
SHILO:
...THAT I COULD—
GRAVEROBBER:
JUST SMACK IT!
SHILO:
I GUESS THAT SHE
GRAVEROBBER:
SHE WON’T.
SHILO:
...WON’T FEEL IT—
GRAVEROBBER:
YOU’VE GOT TO SMACK IT...
GRAVEROBBER:
INTO HER SKULL!
SHILO:
INSIDE HER SKULL.
GRAVEROBBER AND SHILO:
A NEEDLE INTO A BUG!
A NEEDLE INTO A BUG!
A NEEDLE INTO A BUG!
A NEEDLE INTO A BUG!