I think it was twelve, I don't remember the number, something like four rattlesnakes and a couple a vipers though. One monitor lizard.

[He waves a hand because the number doesn't matter. It was probably smaller than he remembers but felt bigger at the time. As for what the fuck he did, well.] I don't think they ate the bastard, I know they did. See the boot couldn't handle it he danced his way back out, well someone had to clear the place to make sure the guy was there, see if anyone else was hurt, what if someone let those snakes out to get'im you know? I go in with my gun drawn up but I'm lookin' all over the floor, at the shelves and shit because I didn't want one of those motherfuckers flying at my face.

I get to the bathroom and there's the guy in his tub with a fuckin' snake in his lap and a big fuckin' lizard all over his head. Eating it. DOA.