[ voice; ]
Ah, look Citizens: your beloved Christ has returned for the third act twist.
[ Chorus of moaning here. ]
In the multiple, even.
[ A sigh, followed by burning noises. ]
I believe the most popular chorus goes something like this, no?
[ He starts humming as...things burn in the background. ]
--Happy hunting, at any rate. The Lux will remained closed to the shambling, mindless masses -- all of you, essentially -- until further notice.
[ A pause. Then, quietly: ]
'...Brains, brains: I won't lie, I'll eat their brains 'til they're zombified. And sure they might think it's deranged: but they won't give it a thought after I've eaten they're brains.'
[ / end voice ]