Tho: The acid goes in waves.
Frank [bent closely over the two nose-to-nose mechanical pigs]: One of them is a fake.
Tho: One washes in and takes you away. You're just gone. Then you're back for a moment and you go, Wow, what was that.
Frank: This one is mine, I am sure of it.
Tho: So now I am at the bottom of a wave.
Frank: This is the one who eats Spam.
Tho: I can communicate, that's how I know the bottom from the top. What?
Frank: Watch them eat, I'm telling you.
[Sound of explosion, eerily like the booby-trapped can of Spam that blew away Nguyen's hands as a child. Sky-drop shakes. Remaining walls of old guest trailer implode.]