Phoenix Maplewood hello, scarface

"hydrophobia, rabies, brain-rot. all the damn same." colt looked beyond them, back the way he had come, then back to red. "yew get all confused, fuzzy-like. then yew stop eatin.' then yew stop drinkin.' folk can't live without water. it's unnatural. but when yew got the hydrophobia, yew can't even go near it."
the rogue spat and paced, urging red and gun to start moving more quickly than they were. "eventually yew start foamin' at th'mouth an' tryin' to bite everyone around yew. start shittin' an' pissin' on yerself after that, cuz it gets t'where yew can't move or swaller."
he stalked around. "move now. ain't no cure, redbird. once yew got it, yew die."