Let's assume that he's the groom and he's been waiting to consummate all night. And you're the bride, you're locked tight inside the bathroom, and you're overcome with fright. Now here's the chiller, he's the killer, you've discovered. You're trapped, alone, you're scared. We cut to you, we move in close, you're catatonic. You get a close-up there. And in this shot, here's what we got. He breaks the door down and tears your nightgown lace. You see a can, it's aerosol, you grab the hairspray and light it in his face. There's a very hungry man in the cellar, oh, waiting. Or is he in the attic closet, waiting? Debbie? I like this gig. Debbie? Debbie? Debbie? Debbie? He blindly grabs you, tries to stab you, but you're quicker. You overact right here. You see a cat, a ball of yarn, a knitting needle. His vision's still not clear. He's stumbling around to make a sound, and then he grabs you. Hide and seek, my dear. He shoots his glance, you see your chance, you grab the needle and you, you plunge it in his ear. There's a very hungry man in the cellar, oh, waiting. Or is he in the attic closet, waiting? There's a very hungry man in the cellar, oh, waiting. Or is he in the attic closet, waiting? And just like the scene in Halloween, you think it's all over, and you're gazing into space. But you've got to make sure, you hear something, you start to turn, and you're standing there frozen, staring him face to face. And he looks at you and says, Tag, you're it, sweetie. Goodbye, Debbie. Debbie, Debbie, Debbie. Goodbye, Debbie. Goodbye, Debbie.