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[scene - exterior, the Griffon's home during the daytime. Transition to the inside of the home where Peter is covered in blood, surrounded by mutilated bodies of his family. The couch is torn apart, the bookcase has been knocked over on top of Meg, the television is the only visible light source in the boarded up room.]
[Peter clears space on the floor to sit and catch his breath, kicking the severed jaw of Stewie off to the side, he takes a deep sigh and closes his eyes as he slumps to the blood stained carpet. The smell of copper fills his nostrils, to which he couldn't help but gag at. Tears from the malodorous stench form on his otherwise remorseless expression.]
[Change camera PoV to face the grandfather clock. Despite the odd flay of flesh and various scattered chunks of Stewie's brain across the entire room, the clock seems untouched, unsoiled by the sprawled carnage. It reads 3:54 p.m. There's no significance to the time of day, just that it happened to be when these events occur.]
[Focusing back on Peter, he begins to wipe his brow with his left hand. A streak of blood and chips of skull rub off onto his face as he tries to ignore the painful gash in his left ankle, which was left behind when he kicked Brian into the kitchen door frame. He turns back to see the withered, broken mass of his best friend where he had left it. A quick glance showed his son strewn up against the wall with a kitchen knife to his neck. Peter wipes his nose on his forearm and turns back to the television.]
[show static]
Peter: Friggin' great. There's nevah anything on. Inn't that right Lois?
[Peter looks over to the stairs, where his wife's neck was crushed in. He arms and fingers twisted and mangled as her empty eye sockets stare at the ceiling]
Peter: Yeah, that's right.
[The camera takes the perspective of the television. Almost as if Peter is looking at the viewer.]
Peter: Ya know, this reminds me of the time you lost the game
[Roll credits]
