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Think it'll hold?

No.

Get me out of here!

F***!

I knew it. I knew it.

You f***ing b*tch.

It's a f***ing cage.

God damn it!

It's a f***ing cage.

[Singing maniacally

check the back.

God damn it. I knew it.

I knew it. God damn it.

Nobody listens to me.

Hi there, momma! You miss me?

Woo!

Look what the f***ing

cat drug in.

Two blind mice.

See how they're dumb.

Even the f***ing mice know how to

get out of the maze, motherfuckers.

Looks like I need

a new f*** bag.

And after I get done

with pork chop, you're after.

You gotta go through

me before her..

You're gonna be my f*** bag.

Come on, bring it.

All that chivalry is worthless,

motherf***er.

Like tits on a boar hog.

Come on, b*tch!

Meet Mr. f***ing dick head,

sideburns.

Panda!

Oh, you f***ing b*tch.

You do like to make it happen,

don't you, b*tch?

No, I'll never f***ing die!

I don't want to die.

I don't want to be here,

they make me be here.

We're all pawns

in this stupid game.

We don't want to...

You and me, we're the same.

We're the same, brother.

Okay, brother.

That thing's gonna

come in handy.

All right Roscoe, I got you,

I got you.

Let's get out of here before that

damn thing slams shut again.

Charly, pick up that

other chainsaw.

F***ing chain snapped.

Leave it!

F***.

Seven hours and three minutes.

Ah, I believe it's time to

recalculate the odds.

Prepare to open your purses.

Oh, sh*t.

How f***ed am I?

I don't know, man.

It looks pretty bad.

Yeah, it feels pretty bad.

You've got to get this

tight enough to keep it shut.

What's that thing you say to the kids

coming out of the spook house in tears?

- Why?

- Just tell me.

Crying is for pussies,

so go grow a pair, you big baby.

Get ready to grow a pair,

you big baby.

God.

Attention, attention.

Number one, odds 40 to 1.

Number two, odds 300 to 1.

Number three, 1 million to 1.

Ah, f***.

5, odds, 300 to one.

Sex and death are on their way.

What the f*** is going on.

You see anything?

All I see is a bunch of nothing.

It seems crazy.

Waiting here to be attacked.

Running around with

our heads cut off.

Only gets us a chance

to get our heads cut off.

Get the others.

Come with me. Just go with them.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Hey, hey.

- Come on. What are you talking about?

- Stay here, stay here.

Be right back.

Who would wear a green tutu

but that guy?

All right my best play

is I circle around

go cut them from the back side.

Now once I'm in place,

ya'll create a distraction.

Only gon' get one shot.

So you got to make it proper.

Mm-hmm.

Death has come to sing

its quiet song.

How they hide,

for it won't be long.

Death strikes once,

and then it's gone!

Where are you little

f***ing c*nts?

I want to see you.

F*** if I'm going to

f***ing stay here.

Come on!

We're right here.

Come on and come and get it.

Panda, they hear you.

Behind you.

Oh how nice, the women

are here to save the day.

Come on.

Come ladies, come here.

- Panda, panda.

- Come, come on.

I want to f*** you.

I'm so scared.

Hi.

Oh, great white hunter,

what am I going to do with you?

Would you like a

lick of my lolly?

I remember you.

I'm so flattered

you remember me.

Is it huntin' time now?

Or how about now?

Don't worry, Popeye,

it's always someone's fault.

Come here, b*tch.

Come and get me.

Well I am kind of high

from eating all my spinach.

I guess maybe I should really

put you out of your misery.

Ah, f***!

[Both struggling b*tch!

F*** you.

Motherf***er, come on.

I can feel your fear.

It's like a strange smell.

Hey!

- Scat!

- Hey

you want her? Then back off, or

I'll slit her f***ing throat.

No, no, no, don't, don't, don't.

Don't hurt her.

Don't, don't that.

You can kill me...

Venus!

Baby, no!

No!

Baby! No!

What are you waiting for?

We can't.

Do it. Do it.

No! No!

What do you want to do

with her, Charly?

What is the next step?

We must calculate the next step

very carefully.

Death-head was our safety net.

But since he has expired...

Could I suggest bash-head?

He can't be trusted to

close the deal properly, no.

F*** you, b*tch.

Maybe rage-head.

Too irrational.

Oh f***.

I believe there is only one logical

and still compelling choice.

Oh yeah, woo!

Doom-head.

Oh f***, oh f***. B*tch.

Are we in agreement

on that decision?

Agreed.

Oh f***ing yeah.

It is doom-head.

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah.

Who's going to make the call?

Oh yeah, oh yeah.

- Oh yeah, oh yeah.

- F***.

- Don't answer that. Don't answer it.

It can wait, don't answer it.

F***, don't stop now.

This is business.

Yeah?

Thing is, I really wasn't

planning on working this year.

Right now, I got a pretty decent piece of p*ssy

with a big 'ol ass spread right in front of me.

Uh-huh. Double last year's fee.

Done. I'll be

there in 90 minutes.

What's that?

F*** off.

Who was it baby?

That, believe it or not,

was Mr.

None-of-your-f***ing-business.

Yeah well what the f*** am

I supposed to do?

Well, you can stick your fingers

in your dripping twat

and finish yourself off

or get the f*** out.

Frankly my dear,

I don't give a damn.

You know,

you're pretty full of yourself,

nobody messes with Mr. big shot,

well f*** you.

B*tch, you run a perfect game

day after day,

isn't luck Hun, skill.

Can I at least take

a shower before I go?

Negative.

Take that sticking ass

and hit the bricks.

Do you hear that?

God I love that song.

Sh*t. I wish

I was in California.

What am I working with?

Four hours

and thirty-seven minutes.

I can kill your whole family

in that amount of time.

I'm not crazy, I'm in control.

I'm not crazy, I'm in control.

I'm not crazy, I'm in control.

I'm not crazy, I'm in control.

I'm not crazy, I'm in control.

I'm not crazy, f***!

F***!

Gentlemen.

Take the rest of the night off.

I'll handle it from here.

Murder school,

well it's now in session.

Hey, b*tch.

Now did you really think cutting my

head off was going to keep me down?

Oh, I got that motherf***er sewn back

on pronto and I am feeling groovy.

You see, we isn't

human around here. No, no, no.

Ain't you learned sh*t yet?

Hey brother, looky over here.

You want to see something

mad funny?

Hey there number five.

Welcome to the party.

Here's your first question.

What's sicker than f***ing

a pregnant b*tch?

- Oh, gee.

- I don't know.

What is sicker than

f***ing a pregnant b*tch?

Getting a blowj*b from the baby.

- Do another one, man.

- All right, all right.

Next one, number five.

What is the difference between

an onion and a whore?

Oh shucks, I don't know.

Though I should, 'cause I am a whore.

What is it?

W-w-w-wait, I know this one.

Let me do it, let me do it.

All right brother, you go ahead.

The difference between

an onion and a whore is

I cry when I cut onions!

It's okay, it's okay.

It's okay, shh.

It's okay.

It's all right.

Roscoe.

I had the worst nightmare.

How can a nightmare be

any worse than this reality?

It can't.

How long was I asleep?

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