"Yes. But not years...MONTHS!"
"No! Oh my God, so young!"
"It's a tragedy!"
"Poor Michael, he must be devastated."
"Part of him."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, of course, as you'd expect, he is absolutely beside himself about this, but..."
"But what?"
"Well, it's the fact that he's "beside himself" and all. You see..."
"What?"
"Well, it was Michael who killed him!"
"NO! It can't be!"
"Well, actually, when you think about it, it couldn't have been anyone else."
"Why? Why in God's name would he do it?"
"'Twas the work of the Devil, I say!"
"He was possessed?"
"Yes, that's it. He was possessed! By alcohol!"
"Oh, not again!"
"And pizza."
"Both?"
"Of course, one follows the other naturally."
"I guess they do."
"And that will do it too."
"Indeed. How can a wee tot survive after all those calories."
"Especially when repeated over and over again in a short amount of time."
"How long?"
"Only one day of sanity and peace a-seperatin' the evil days."
"Here we go again, I fear."
"Indeed."
"Was the little tyke even given a name before this brutal murder?"
"It was simply...Diet."
"Poor lil' Diet. Never had a chance."
"Who knows all the good he would have done for his dad?"
"Now we'll never know. Unless..."
"What? Unless?"
"Well, unless Michael can somehow overcome the demons inside."
"You mean, if he does that, there's still a chance?"
"Yes."
"And little Diet could be brought back from the grave?"
"Yes."
"Oh what glory if that could happen! We loved poor Diet. We want him back!"
"But all I say is if Diet is brought back from the dead, we got to make sure of one thing."
"What's that?"
"We got to make sure he doesn't get ahold of any scalpels."