FERN:

There's basically a lot of...bodies. A lot. I'm pretty sure there's plenty of...maggots for you...

SKULL:

Can't say I'm big on messin' around with no grey-zoney corpses. Creepy buggers, no offense! Certainly better than nothin' a'course, and sure better an option n' them magboils. I think I remember now. Way too many of the buggers round here. Preeetty sure that ain't a good sign.

FERN:

I've seen more and more of them myself. They've got something to do with the "zones" breaking down? Something like that?

SKULL:

Somethin' like that! Don't know what might happen if I rebuilt my mass with onna them, but somethin' tells me none of us would like it. Wish I could think a little clearer, but it's tough without the rest'a me.

FERN:

I'll be honest, the doctors haven't been acting right. If you're staff, I don't know if anything can clear your mind right now. You might even get worse.

SKULL:

Won't know until we try. Fingers crossed! Yours, anyway. I'll be sittin' here imaginin' I got me some fingers.

And crossin' em.