Well, see, 'fore I was carted off to the future and thrown smack dab in the middle of a B-Rated horror flick, I was actually gettin' me a manicure done, so —

[ there's a scream. he swings the barrel of his gun in the direction of the noise. a teenage girl runs from something lumbering behind her. the arms of the body swing slowly from side-to-side, and floyd pulls the trigger. with a bullet through the skull, the idiot falls to the ground.

he turns his head to look at the masked girl, shooting her a one-eyed look. ]

What can I say? I'm useless without my spa day.