[He looks briefly startled, but just as Ripley says, there's no blood anywhere on the table or the pumpkin. He frowns- not in disbelief, but thoughtful.
Fred tries to bring his hand up to his chin and nearly stabs himself in the face with the knife he's still clutching. Sheepishly, he sets it back down on the table as he speaks, though it takes an oddly significant effort.]
Why don't you think it's real? Do you think someone put hallucinogens in the air? [Wouldn't be the first time something like that happened, though the gore is new.] Or maybe someone cleaned it up really fast without you noticing?
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[He looks briefly startled, but just as Ripley says, there's no blood anywhere on the table or the pumpkin. He frowns- not in disbelief, but thoughtful.
Fred tries to bring his hand up to his chin and nearly stabs himself in the face with the knife he's still clutching. Sheepishly, he sets it back down on the table as he speaks, though it takes an oddly significant effort.]
Why don't you think it's real? Do you think someone put hallucinogens in the air? [Wouldn't be the first time something like that happened, though the gore is new.] Or maybe someone cleaned it up really fast without you noticing?
... What were you doing when you saw the blood?