"Gross is right. Oh, take my own head? Right. This ain't creepy at all." Sparks picks up his replica head, and after a moment of looking grossed out, he shrugs. "I gotta say, they did a good job on 'em." He then takes his own hat and pops it over the face of the wax head. That's enough of those red eyes, though.

While not exactly fond of taking orders, Sparks keeps any comments to himself at the moment. He pops on a robot fist on the hand not holding the head, and heads for the door. "Guess so. Say Corporal, ya 'bout done losin' yer lunch?"

Once everyone was ready, the marshal threw open the door.