Hutch: Axl, hey, can you come here for a second?
Axl: Ah, you just got to jiggle the faucet. Nothing ever works in this house. I'm thinking about filling out a comment card.
Hutch: Uh... It's not the faucet. There's something in your backyard. [thunder crashes]
Axl: Oh! Damn it! It's that stupid trick-or-treater.
Hutch: Or maybe... It's the real Grim Reaper.
Axl: It is not the real Grim Reaper. I'll handle this. [bangs on the window] Get off my lawn! God! What is it with this guy? He's just standing there like...
Hutch: Like the real Grim Reaper?
Axl: It is not the real Grim Reaper. It's Halloween. Obviously, it's a costume. If it were any other night, it could be the real one.
Hutch: Or it's the perfect night for him to go out, 'cause no one would suspect that he's the actual Angel of Death! [thunder crashes] [both scream] Damn, I wish I was back in Chicago. See, everybody thinks big cities are scary, but all the really messed-up stuff happens in the country. D-did he just come closer? [thunder crashes] Is he staring at us?
Axl: I don't know. I can't see his face.
Hutch: Does he even have a face?!