Halloween 8: Resurrection Page #2

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It's kind of like we're dating.

She's never even seen you...

and Yahoo chat rooms

do not count.

Yes, they do count.

Did you know in the old days...

knights used to spend

their entire lives...

courting ladies that

they would never even touch?

They would just send

each other sonnets and stuff.

That's before

internet porn, man.

Whatever.

Now what are you doing?

Just give me a second,

all right?

I hope Sara shows up.

And wearing

something acceptable.

She can't still be mad at us

for the last time.

Here she is. Hey!

OK, everybody listen up!

Sara, are you gonna wear this?

I thought I told you

we were gonna be on camera.

I'd like to start this off

by saying the search is over.

You six have been selected...

to explore

America's worst nightmare...

tomorrow night, Halloween...

live, in front of the whole

entire internet universe.

You six will enter

the birthplace of evil...

in its purest form...

the childhood home of

our most brutal mass murderer...

Michael Myers.

Thank you. Thank you.

So, what do you hope to find

in the house tomorrow night?

My way into

network broadcasting.

Pfft!

I just want to say

that Michael Myers...

is not just

a man behind a mask...

he's a legend.

I'm interested

in how Michael Myers...

embodies

the politics of violence...

embedded in pop mythology.

Never underestimate

the effect of a poor diet.

Too much protein, not enough

zinc, next thing you know...

you're cutting up bodies

in your bathtub.

Look at Hitler.

He was a vegetarian.

The brother

was seriously malnourished.

You don't have to go far

to find Michael Myers.

He is the great white shark

of our unconscious.

He is the dark-eyed child

of our spirits.

He's every murderous impulse

we've ever had.

He's the little voice

that whispers to us...

to strangle the old lady...

taking too long

at the checkout counter.

Get to know him, baby.

He's you.

Tell us, Sara, why do

ordinary people turn to murder?

Well, I, um...

I think it has something

to do with upbringing.

Aah!

Damn! That girl can sing.

That's what

I'm looking for. Ooh.

Ha! Hunh!

Hyah!

Get his ass! Get his ass!

Get his ass!

Who's better than Wat Chun Lee?

Whoopin' everybody ass

while he's smokin' a cigarette.

Oh, sh*t. Who's knockin'

on my door this late?

Whoever this is

is distracting me...

from seeing Wat Chun Lee

whoop some ass.

Sara? Ooh.

Sara, what are you doing here?

It's late.

I'm dropping out.

What?

I'm sorry.

It's just I'm so freaked out

I can't even sleep.

Slow down, slow down.

What's the problem?

Can't you see

I'm not like the others?

I know

you're not like the others.

You know

you're not like the others.

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