Let's be the original Texas Chainsaw Massacre (1974)

I’m the creep with the Polaroid camera! Cheese, bitch! Cheeese!!!

I'm Pam's ass, in widescreen.

I'm the Texas "barbecue"

I’m “just the cook!”

I’m Franklin’s bizarrely humorous laughing and raspberries.

Side note: I love this movie. That bright orange sun in so many scenes. The pan from Pan under the swing making the house large and imposing. The lack of lightheartedness in a horror film. The unnerving soundtrack. The very memorable Sawyer family. Jerry’s realistic scream before getting the sledge to the skull. Etc.

It’s a great horror. I make a point of watching it, Night of the Living Dead, Alice Sweet Alice, Let’s Scare Jessica to Death, Martin, Tourist Trap and Shockwaves—all my favorite old horrors—at least once a year.

*Pam.

I'm the piece of sausage in Franklin's mouth

I have to add... I love at the end of the clip I posted that Franklin crushes his fingers quite badly between the chair and the door frame. That most certainly had to hurt, and it looks to be accidental. Glad they left it in.

I'm John Larroquette's narration voice.

I'm the generator

I'm Sally Hardesty's poor, tired vocal cords after all that screaming.

I'm the Horror Contrarian Fossil, who thinks this unscary, uncinematic amateur shitfest is the best movie of the franchise and "Goes Leatherface" on anyone who says different.

Get slaughtered, piggy!

I'm the second, most useless character in Dead by Daylight.