"Orange juice, please," Lisa replied. The waiter seemed perfectly mannerly, but something about him seemed a little...creepy. No, it's not the waiter, it's the music, she decided.
Arm yourself, because no one else here will save you; The odds will betray you, and I will replace you.
"Oh, and a glass of water too, please," she added at the last second. Why did they have to be playing a song about killing and replacing people? Those lyrics were just hitting too close to home.