A grizzled, older man stared down at Max.
"We ain't yer pals, laddie." he growled.
Ken looked up at Ashleen.
"Oh, this guy? Just some mortician stuff." he gestured at the body's open chest cavity, and several jars of clear fluid.
"That's the stomach over on the table. And here's a kidney!" he grinned manically, holding up the organ.
"That's kinda..what used to be my um..dad." Ashleen hesitated at the sight of a kidney. "Whats a mortician?" she added, puzzled.
(Considering I'm listening to This Day Aria, it matches this)
Jack, you aren't Spiderman. Stop crawling through people's windows.
"Make sense? Oh, what fun is there in making sense?"