[MILLER, spoken]
I landed on him!
That thing!
Horrible! Wet...
Something, jelly, or worms, or something...
My hand on him,
God!
For Christ's sake!
Head of hair!
No, oh no...
Moanin', thirstin', groanin',
Or yelpin' like croakin'...
Alive?
[coughs]
Christ's sake!
Chattering, so awful cold
Helpless, animal...
And hopeless, I think...
Hopeless...
[laughs madly]
I am not there.
It is not me.
Get hold over it!
It's over.
You're out.