Everyone looks at Rick, who seems to be, like, “Um, no, I did not…shit was going on, and I kind of forgot to ask the three questions…and, btw, there are 15 of us, and why is it always my job to ask the three questions? You motherfuckers know the three questions, and aside from Baby Judith, who can’t talk, maybe one of you could have thought of that shit…I was all sleuthing the flare gun and shit…does it always have to be me, asking the three questions?”