The shot cross-fades to whisk us over to the nighttime façade of a building the just-arriving location card identifies as the "Great Falls Junior College." Deep within the bowels of one of the building's science labs, a tubby schlub of a janitor wheels his cart through a maze of dissecting tables under the seemingly unseeing eyes of a rather gruesome-looking anatomy dummy. The janitor slaps a wet mop down on the floor and starts sweeping it from side to side, unaware that the glass eyes of that gruesome-looking anatomy dummy are slowly swiveling around in their sockets to stare at him. DUN! The janitor pauses for a moment, pivoting to toss an uneasy glance over his shoulder, but as nothing seems amiss, he soon refocuses his attention on the task at hand. Unfortunately for our unobservant and soon-to-be-dead acquaintance, he completely failed to notice that the gruesome-looking anatomy dummy has disappeared. Dun-dun-DUN! And as the janitor leans forward to scour away at a particularly stubborn stain, three tiny beads of blood spatter down against the linoleum at his feet. "Whee!" Oh, it gets better, my scaly friend. "Hooray!" For when the camera returns to the janitor's face, we can see a lurid, oozing gash spread across the gent's forehead, apparently of its own accord. "Eeeeeeeeeeeee!" The blood begins to flow a bit more freely, dribbling down to obscure his brow, and when the janitor finally thinks to mutter, "What the hell?" the words stream forth from his mouth on a cloud of vapor, because the temperature's just dropped about forty degrees. "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

The overhead fluorescents decide to join in on all the fun at this point, buzzing and blinking and flickering on and off until they finally cut out for good. The imperiled janitor, with half his face now coated in blood, hyperventilates and whips his entire body around when a sharp crashing noise erupts at the far end of the room. A tray of scalpels has tipped over onto the floor, and the imperiled janitor takes this as his cue to flee, flinging his mop to one side as he takes off through the dissecting tables, only to find himself running smack into... the now-animate gruesome-looking anatomy dummy! "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" The camera discreetly cuts away to examine a nearby whiteboard as the janitor howls and wails and squalls and yelps until -- wait for it -- SPLAT! "GOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!" A fresh gout of arterial spray paints a good portion of the whiteboard red, and by the time the camera returns to our unfortunate tubby friend, it finds the now-dead janitor sprawled on his back amid an ever-expanding pool of his own blood, a scalpel driven straight into the center of his neck.