"No. It gives me the heeby jeebies."
"It can't be that bad."
"Well then, you open it."
"No. I mean, you know, that there's nothing to be afraid of."
"Right. I'm not afraid. It just creeps me out."
"Maybe if we open it just a crack..."
"After you, my friend."
"Uh, rock, paper scissors?"
"Fine. One, two three, go."
"Drat. Best of three?"
"Nope. You're it."
"Okay. Get behind me, but be ready to run. I'm not sticking around if it's bad."
"Ugh. What's that horrible smell?"
"Something is rotting. I'm going to gag."
"What is it, can you tell?"
"I think it's that sausage soup from two weeks ago. I thought you threw it out."
"Gross. Slide the trash can over here. I'm pitching the Tupperware, too."
"Agreed. Now...what's in that container behind the milk? Is that lo mein? Ack! What a nightmare!"
151 words about a little something creepy. It may not be a dismembered hand, but it still makes me shudder.