After the player falls into the attic.
- Don't need any sisters. Maybe some- some girls that ain't blood.
- You ain't old enough to be worryin' about it.
- Grow some hair on your pecker, Timmy. Then, we can talk about girls.
- W-we have... worser problems.
- I hear somethin', I swear.
- Everybody, just quiet the fuck down for a spell.
- If we had a visitor... if we did, he could be our goat.
- What in creation are you talkin' about?
- We need a goat.
- There's reason here.
- To bear our guilt, our gender. A small piece of flesh between us and the blade.
- You wanna give him to Gluskin?
- That's the idea. We feed him a goat and leave him alone.
- He's here! Inside the walls!
- Kill him!
- Rats in the walls! Kill the rats!
- Hmm. Fish in a goddamn barrel.
- Ha, ha! This idiot wants to die!
- There's a leak...pissing down on us. Water takes everything apart... down on us. Up from the s-s-s-sewer, that puts us... water and time could drill a hole in anything.
- You wanna shut him up?
- More than anything.
- Pa!
- We have an interloper.
- The lot of you may as well be a pile of welped possom. Tiny, pink, and deaf, and blind.
- Go find yourself a possum titty!
- You're cowards and idiots, all of you.
- Shame in my loines.
- Cry about it.
- You hear things.
- The hell I hear things.
- How ain't you dead yet?
- H-he just likes to hear himself t-t-t-talk.
- I-I-I don't wanna get Gluskin's attention. He'll hurt us.
- He'll hurt you. You'd make a pretty woman.
- No sense in pullin' a mad dog's tail.
- We have to give you to the thing below.
- Me and my boys did good, didn't we?
- Sorry, boy. We gotta make you an offering.
- Oh, Gluskin's gonna have fun with you, boy.
- A gift for the Groom.
- Don't kill him. We need to give him to... oh, you fucking idiots.
- W-w-walk s-s-softer. He c-can't know we're up here.
- I don't wanna become... I can't. I've seen what he d-does. But the th-things he does...
- Everybody quiet!
- We find the goat and give him down. It's the only way.
- He won't come up here. We keep giving him other poor fuckers to cut up and we're fine.
- Shut your cocksucker, you miserable little shit!
- The more you whine, the more attention you draw.
- Gluskin's just a man, like any other.
- We give him to the Groom!
- There he is! What do you think?
- Oh, he'll do.
- For once, we agree!
- He... he g-got away! The Groom'll have us!
- Shut up!
- We'll find a way around. We know this ground and we don't mind huntin'.
- We-we lost him.
- You lost him, you useless fuck!
- Shut up! Both of you!
- The fuck did that slippery little shit go?
- I don't know.
- Ya'll with younger eyes. Keep 'em peeled.
- We'll find him again.
- This is our sandbox.
- Fuck! Where'd he go?!
- I just can't wait to watch the Groom skin his ass.
- Here comes the bride. Here comes your bride, Mr. Gluskin.
- We give him other flesh and he s-s-spares ours.
- Fuckin' idiot. He delivered his own self to Gluskin's hell.