The millions of tiny, buzzing flies quickly clear out of the slimy dwelling, leaving Magatha a collapsed and silent husk. You were pretty sure that wasn't how metamorphosis is supposed to work, but whatever.

MAGGIE:

...Welp, looks like she's dead and I'm out of a job!


STAPH:

What a beautiful carcass! She'd be so proud...


MAGGIE:

Oh yeah. Smells good, too...


STAPH:

Mmmmmm...it really does...


YOU:

...That's it. I'm leaving.


MAGGIE:

We'll catch up!