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- Who are you?

- Who are you?

- Are you one of the monsters?

- I've been called a lot of things.

- But not a monster.

- You're human?

Very human. You wanna see?

- Are you sick?

- They made me eat that stuff.

- I think I'm dying.

- They who?

- Who are you talking about?

- There they are!

(growling)

- Uh, what are they?

- Monsters!

- What do you want from me?

- Uh... Wait here.

Wait here. I'll take care of 'em.

(throaty growls)

Let me give you some advice, you dwarfs.

Get out of here or

you're going to be in a lot of trouble.

(growls intensify)

- What do we have to do?

- And remember...

(ferocious growling)

Did you guys hear that yell?

It was probably just Arnold

deflowering a Nilbog virgin.

No, that wasn't the scream

of a woman. That was Arnold.

Well, then, it was probably a girl

from Nilbog deflowering Arnold.

Probably!

(cries out)

Let's get out of here! Quick!

Let's hide in this house.

What kind of a place is this?

This is my house!

Allow me to introduce myself.

I am Creedence Leonor Gielgud,

of ancient druid origins.

My ancestors came from Stonehenge.

Am I mistaken or is there something

wrong with the two of you?

We... We need a doctor, ma'am.

Please call the nearest hospital.

There is no hospital in Nilbog.

We are used to curing ourselves.

Here we are.

This broth

is miraculous.

It contains sap from the forest.

It is a concentration of all

the vegetal properties of the earth.

Drink of it.

Children!

My poor children!

(cries out)

(splutters)

What's wrong? What's wrong with her?

Don't worry about her.

Drink your broth.

(moaning)

- I can't move! Why?

- You talk too much for me.

What's happening? Why can't I move?

There must be a logical reason.

Shut up!

She's... She's changing!

She is purifying herself.

Now she is one

with the vegetable world.

- (screams)

- Now she is food for my children.

Oh!

Make yourselves comfortable!

Dinner is ready.

They're eating her.

And then they're going to eat me!

(voracious gobbling)

Oh, my God!

I don't like this place, not one bit.

(dance music plays)

(music stops)

Dear Elliot Cooper.

Tomorrow morning

will be your final judgment.

Either me or your boys.

Take it or leave it.

The beautiful Holly Waits

or your lovely little boys.

Make a choice, Elliot!

Joshua! Joshua!

Mom!

Dad!

Mom! Mom!

What is it? What's the matter?

- What's wrong?

- I saw him.

- Who? Who did you see?

- Grandpa Seth.

See? It wasn't me this time!

It was a reflection in the mirror.

It was him. Grandpa Seth

was calling out to Joshua.

I'm tired of this.

Come with me, all of you.

So where's that damn mirror?

It's right... It's right there.

Look, there's no one other than us.

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