Narrator: The old man spotting the mohawk laughs as he licks the back of your neck with his leathery tongue... 

He peels off most of your skin with a strange-looking laser-blade fashioning you into his new cape.

The woman unsheathed her giant sword thinly slicing your back into black market sushi.

As your feel yourself fading, Skull Kid injects you with some kind of serum.
 
Suddenly, you begin to feel hungry...for brains...