"Season Ten..."

"Wha- who said that?"

"Season Tennnn...."

"Oh- it's you."

"You will host Season Ten... I am hungry, I crave more flesh."

"Oh come on! Aren't nine seasons enough? I'm almost thirty!"

"SEASON TEN!"

"And who's gonna play it? The community's totally dead. Everyone's moved on now, I think it's time I do too."

"You fool, the only thing you'll move on to is the afterlife, after you're finished being my vessel! Don't piss me off, you know what I'm capable of. Now host Season Ten!"

"Alright, alright! Christ. Fine, I'll host a 10th fucking season."

"Yeah you will. And then you'll host another one, and another one, and another one! You'll host till your fingers bleed. You'll host till your keyboard is caked in coagulated blood! You'll host long after everyone else has quit! You'll host an entire season by yourself with fake contestants if I tell you to! And just when you think you're finished - just when you think death's calm embrace is at the door, it'll be me... telling you to host again!"

"omg shut up, I already said I would."

"Good boy."

"How many people should I cast?"

"Thirteen. I want thirteen victims."

"Lemme see what I can wrangle up."