"Wait, really?"

Donnie tilts his head at that, his attention drifting back to the bodies. "Who knows? Then again, maybe that concept's gotten just as twisted as the rest of this place," he mutters, tugging at a ragged jacket to look at the limbs it covered. "Seriously though, they are like, eighty to ninety percent metal."

There might be some useful parts to this. "How morbid would it be to come back with a load of arms and legs..." he considers, mostly to himself.