HOW IS PATRICK STILL ALIVE?
We are led to believe that the evil henchwomen have very slowly and with rudimentary tools, harvested many of his organs, but Pat’s still kicking—or snapping, rather, the fingers of his remaining hand. How?
WHAT’S IN THAT I.V. DRIP?
At first glance, one might think it’s morphine or another everyday analgesic, but things have already proven themselves crazy enough. Why would that be simple? And would any mere muscle relaxer really make these guys forget they were just kidnapped, and oh, what’s this now?
Oh, boy, Charlie. They took your frickin’ kidney, and it looks like you’re not getting it back, because it’s in your bandmates’ mouths.
ARE BREASTS REALLY THAT DISTRACTING?
I get it. You’re all hopped up on some mystery I.V.-administered medication and colorful booger sugar at this point, and there’s a nice half-naked body in front of you, but really? That horrifying bloody pig mask doesn’t scream “RUN!” to you. On any level?