The mystery of what record contains all this mood music will plague Eddy's mind for many late nights in the future, but for now he's saved the embarrassment of everyone realizing his next instinct was just to try punching these bugs.

The little skeleton bird sproings, the sole survivor of this memory mayhem, and this would be a lot easier if they weren't like four feet tall.

"Need a lift up?" he asks Mary Grace, hands clasped together as a makeshift step.