"I saw the world thrashing all around your face."
Rick and I are walking home. In the distance, I can see spotlights searching our yard. Tracing them back to the sky, I see police helicopters.
"Dude, the cops are spotlighting our yard. Is there a body there?"
Rick looks at me thoughtfully.
"Potentially. It should have been moved by now."
That makes me feel much better. Approaching the house, I see the body pushed up against the side of the house in a bush. I feel relieved that it's not out in the open any more.
Entering the house, we are immediately greeted by a Richard wrapped in a blanket on our couch.
"Ricky, by the way, all my weapons of mass potential as well as of mass destruction have been moved to the other house."
"Good job, Richard."