The millions of tiny, buzzing flies quickly clear out of the slimy dwelling, leaving Magatha a collapsed and silent husk. You were pretty sure that wasn't how metamorphosis is supposed to work, but whatever.
MAGGIE:
...Welp, looks like she's dead and I'm out of a job!
...Welp, looks like she's dead and I'm out of a job!
STAPH:
What a beautiful carcass! She'd be so proud...
What a beautiful carcass! She'd be so proud...
MAGGIE:
Oh yeah. Smells good, too...
Oh yeah. Smells good, too...
STAPH:
Mmmmmm...it really does...
Mmmmmm...it really does...
YOU:
...That's it. I'm leaving.
...That's it. I'm leaving.
MAGGIE:
We'll catch up!
We'll catch up!
