When Ratso looks over at the lost Texan next to him at the bar, Ratso""s first nasal-voiced words compliment the drugstore cowboy:Terrific shirt.His cynically-stated goals are to stay alive and eventually escape, as he turns and brashly offers a mocking eulogy for one of his compatriots just interred:Here lies Corporal Herbert Thompson, serial number 01234567, valiant member of the King""s own, and Queen""s own, or something, who died of beriberi in the year of our Lord 1943.She then bloodily crushed Jason""s skull by tightening his hockey-mask, until he mask split into two pieces, revealing his hideously-grotesque, decaying face underneath.He was perfect for the job - not requiring either a fake beard or padding on the Macy""s Thanksgiving Day float - and he proved to be a smash hit.