The under side, the belly of the beast physical here is gone black as Pitt not standing on ceremony a cemetery. Those dead eyes see no future. Coffins in space, in the ground. “You fool!, beware of the fire.” Mudd is listening to Mr Cosmic universe rant. “Sewer snakes, they are obstructionist that’s it. I’m sorry. No nun no allegiances, nun! they come from the fucking ground.” “I have no safe space,” says Mudd “To fucking end all life of your fault you hate your father, that’s what is wrong right!.” “My dad was a quite voice trying to keep me safe from the snakes Mudd don’t tell me he didn’t try! They tried to run!, then John picked him up, sweet. Jesus has gambling debt, but everyone owes him money.”