Both mother and daughter finish evacuating their bowels, the Clams forcing them to squat over a pile of their own excrement. The Pregnant woman’s body farts wetly as her skull makes its way out of the Clam’s waste tube.

Similarly, even though Wendy has already died, the Clam is still forcibly cleansing her guts. Her kiddie head, once full of worries about being fed to plants in front of her classmates, is now making its way out of the Clam’s digestive system to join her family on the bedroom floor. Her mosquito bite titties bounce a little with every strained movement or her corpse.

Soon Cleo, Violet and Wendy would exist only in memories, and as the flesh bicycle vehicles of the Zombie Clams that murdered them.