CHORUS:
A NEEDLE INTO A BUG...
A NEEDLE INTO A BUG...
A NEEDLE...

GRAVEROBBER:
WHO--WHO’S THERE?! STAY BACK!

SHILO:
UM, DO YOU HAVE MY CURE?

GRAVEROBBER:
KID? IS THAT YOU?

SHILO:
I’M HERE TO EARN MY CURE.

GRAVEROBBER:
YOUR CURE? IS THAT WHAT THIS IS ABOUT?!
SORRY, THAT FUCKING AMBER
CLEANED ME OUT.
BUT MAYBE LATER.
I’LL HOOK YOU UP LATER.
JUST HELP ME DOWN.

SHILO:
THE DRUG...?

GRAVEROBBER:
YEAH, THE DRUG.

SHILO:
YEAH...

GRAVEROBBER:
YOUR CURE, IT’S--

SHILO:
THE DRUG!

GRAVEROBBER:
HELP ME DOWN.

SHILO:
HELP ME...

GRAVEROBBER:
I’LL SCORE SOME.

SHILO:
...SHED SOME...

GRAVEROBBER:
KID, I’M OUT.

SHILO:
SOME...

GRAVEROBBER:
I TOLD YOU.

SHILO:
LIGHT ON...

GRAVEROBBER:
THAT’S THE SITU—

SHILO:
...THE SITUATION.

GRAVEROBBER:
THE SITUATION--

CHORUS:
A NEEDLE INTO A BUG...
A NEEDLE INTO A BUG...
A NEEDLE INTO A BUG...
A NEEDLE INTO A BUG...

SHILO, (GRAVEROBBER):
HOW ‘BOUT HER? (YEAH...?)
SHE’S RIGHT BESIDE YOU? (SHE’S RIGHT BESIDE ME, SO?)
NO, I MEAN HER ZYTRATE. NO, (I’M OUT OF ZYTRATE.)
IT’S LIKE A NIGHT-LIGHT. (OH, IT’S LIKE A NIGHT-LIGHT.)

GRAVEROBBER:
YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL! IT’S EASY.

SHILO:
YOU DON’T MEAN...?

GRAVEROBBER:
YEAH.

SHILO:
FOR ME TO--?

GRAVEROBBER:
SO, EASY--

SHILO:
I DON’T THINK...

GRAVEROBBER:
DON’T THINK.

SHILO:
...THAT I COULD—

GRAVEROBBER:
JUST SMACK IT!

SHILO:
I GUESS THAT SHE...

GRAVEROBBER:
SHE WON’T.

SHILO:
...WON’T FEEL IT—

GRAVEROBBER:
YOU’VE GOT TO SMACK IT...

GRAVEROBBER, (SHILO):
INTO HER SKULL! (INTO HER SKULL!)

GRAVEROBBER AND SHILO:
A NEEDLE INTO A BUG!
A NEEDLE INTO A BUG!
A NEEDLE INTO A BUG!
A NEEDLE INTO A BUG!