"Uh-uh. A broken-down mansion, spooky mist cutting us off from the kids and the skinny guy, and now blood-red butterflies? If it were one of those things, I'd be with you. All three? That's supernatural crap if I've ever seen it."

And he's seen it. More than once. His whole body is tense with the anticipation of knowing that the moment they walk in that stupid mansion, they're probably going to have to fight...Well, who knows what? Living skeletons, probably.

"...But we're in this up to our knees, you ain't wrong. We headin' in?"