"Bitch took out my eye with her shoe," he manages to rasp as Cuthbert ties the scarf in place. He pushes himself unsteadily to his feet. "That's 'bout it, but it's bad enough. Fuck, 'Bert, we need to get out of here. We need to find Signless and the girls."

The weird nonsense-singing that's been present ever since the arena started seems to be getting louder. That's probably not a good sign.