Without God, there’s no structure, no order. With no one at the wheel, we hit the rocks, it’s chaos.
I will make a deal with you. Cops find your body, I’ll make it look like a suicide. No reason for the whole town to know I beat you like a b**ch twice.
You’d hear a noise. A high-pitched, kind of bunny-in-a-bear-trap sound. You’ll know it when it comes. ‘Cause you’re the one who will be making it.