"Sometimes that bitch looks right at ya. Right into your eyes. And the thing about a bitch is she’s got lifeless eyes. Black eyes. Like a doll’s eyes. When she comes at ya, she doesn’t even seem to be livin’… ’til she bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then… ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin’. The bed turns red, and despite all your poundin’ and your hollerin’ those bitches come in and…they rip you to pieces."