Jay: I got some bad news, buddy.
Manny: What is it?
Jay: Well, there's no easy way to say this. Shel Turtlestein is dead.
Manny: What? How?
Jay: I was down here reading the paper, and I heard this commotion up in your room. So- So naturally, I go running up there. And this mangy raccoon had busted through your screen. He must have scampered up to where Shel was. By the time I walked in, he had- the little bastard had him by the neck and shaking him. Gravel was flying everywhere. He didn't even flinch. He just stared at me with that smug look and then bolted. If only I'd have got here earlier.