Somehow, even in the midst of spookiness and corpses in the water, Jeff's priorities are... somewhat skewed. Which is to say that he looks a little hurt and confused at getting shooed, like a semi-feral animal that doesn't understand why it can't come into the house.

"Fuck, dude, okay!" he declares. "C'mon, let's get someone--"

And, ever so innocently, he reaches to grab Dennis's hand, so they can get a move on and get the fuck away from whatever the fuck is going on in the lake. To town!