[Crammed in a john with a pre-teen. This isn't how Dee wants to spend her day, much less die via sharpnailed monsters. She grips the pipe close, but to her credit, she doesn't try to bash him with it.]

That was like, five minutes ago! Get over it! [The monsters scrabble at the door, unable to get a grip with the plastic. This doesn't seem to deter them. Dee can feel her feet getting pins and needles, stuffed in here in a janky position.

Working together? Well, if the little turd's going to insist on it.]

I'm going to kick this door open and rip these little fuckers' heads off. Help me or don't. [She doesn't wait for him to agree to this plan.]