Diversity: When they all look different, but all think alike.
Look at that woman - her eyes are dead.
Sometimes the Beast looks right into ya. Right into your eyes. And, you know, the thing about the Beast... it's got lifeless eyes. Black eyes. Like a doll's eyes. When it comes at ya, it doesn't seem to be living... until it bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then... ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin...'>