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message on the machine!

I didn't get it!

You're always f***ing here!

I didn't get it!

F***! Babe!

F*** this sh*t.

Why are you

f***ing doing this?

What are you talking about?

What the f*** are you still

doing here? Get the f*** out.

Mike...

Milly, come on. Let's go.

Dude, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Get the f*** out of my house.

I'm not gonna leave her like

this with you. Calm the f*** down.

Milly, will you tell him

to get the f*** out of the house?

Milly, let's go.

Whoa! Ho!

F***! Babe...

F*** this, dude.

I'm not f***ing fighting.

I'm not f***ing doing... Mike!

F***!

Mike!

Stop it! Stop!

Woodrow.

F***!

Stop it!

F*** this.

All right.

Wanna go in there with me?

I think if I go in there,

I'm gonna kill both of them.

Okay.

I'll only be a minute.

Hello?

Hey.

Hey.

Can I talk to you for a second?

Go ahead.

Hello?

Okay. Yeah. I'll be right there.

Today has been too f***ing weird, man.

Dude, the last couple days

have been too f***ing weird.

I was reading...

They gave me this stack of papers,

uh, that I had to sign,

and there was all this stuff about

what they did to me while I was here.

Yeah?

And my brain is swollen,

so I might die in my sleep

or something, apparently.

Holy sh*t.

This car is f***ing crazy.

I know.

Wait. I'm confused.

Well, I knew you needed a car, so...

figured I get you a tank

and then I wouldn't have to worry about you.

Holy sh*t, dude.

This could be the car.

Dude, this is gonna be the car.

Ohh.

F***ing thing

doesn't do anything anyways.

This place is

a f***ing mess, dude.

Can you fix my bed?

Oh, yeah. No. Totally.

I'm coming to take your car...

and destroy you

and take your life.

Hello?

Hey.

It's Courtney.

Woodrow.

How's it going?

Good.

Where did you come from?

Just from my house.

There's, um, some people

over there, drinking. Oh.

But I wanted to come over here

and see how you were doing.

Oh, yeah. Aw.

Do you want to come in?

Yeah.

Um, sorry it's a mess in here.

That's okay.

Hope it doesn't gross you out.

No.

I brought beer.

Oh.

Here you go.

Thank you.

Sure.

Here.

Oh.

You got it?

I got it.

Okay.

To what, I don't know.

Mmm.

Um,

you know, I just wanted to...

I just wanted to tell you

that I feel really shitty...

about the whole Milly thing.

Can you do me a favor?

Yeah.

Will you give me a hug?

Yeah.

Sorry.

Of course.

It's stupid.

No, that's not stupid.

Come here. Mmm.

So you've been hanging out

with Aiden?

Yeah.

Yeah, a little bit.

I mean, he's been

pretty messed up, you know?

About everything.

Yeah?

You know, since...

That feels good.

Yeah?

Wait. Wait, wait, wait.

What?

Um, I don't know...

I don't know if we should do this.

Why not?

I don't know.

Oh, my God.

All right! Rise and shine, sweetheart!

Time to get up.

No time for depressed, brain-damaged,

sweet dudes to be lying around.

Come on.

We've got a big day.

You a**hole.

Mmm. Ahh!

Ah. All right.

Okay. It's gonna be easy.

I got a bunch of projects for us.

Notice. Got back from the

muffler place this morning,

where they installed those amazing

new post-apocalypse exhaust pipes.

Oh, wow.

And, dude,

I found this place online

that sells smoke screen.

I got an explosion-proof gas tank,

high-pressure hydraulic pump...

that's gonna inject fuel

into the exhaust pipes,

creating huge flames

to burn our enemies.

Holy sh*t. You've been busy.

You might notice a new paint job.

Don't worry.

It's not done yet. It's

gonna look good. Oh, my God.

Oh! And this turbocharger

blower kit for the hood...

with sweet belts

and pulleys and sh*t, but...

it's on special order,

so we might not see it for a while.

Wow. That's, um...

That's a lot of stuff.

I know. I've had a lot of time

on my hands, dude.

What do you want to start with?

Um,

I think we should do the flames.

That's what I was thinking.

Uh-oh.

Is there a gun

in your purse?

Yeah.

Is it real?

Mm-hmm.

Can I see it?

Okay. Sure.

This is a really big gun.

Mmm. Yeah.

Seriously, though, please don't...

So if I pulled the trigger...

Wait. If I pulled the trigger

right now, it would go off?

Yes.

And I would be dead?

You would shoot yourself

in the head and be dead.

Okay... My face feels like

it's tingling right now.

Woodrow... Okay. That's...

Sorry.

It was pretty messed up

when you were in the hospital, man.

Uh, yeah.

Yeah, it was pretty weird.

You were pretty messed up,

mumbling all sorts of weird crap.

Was it awesome?

No, dude, it wasn't awesome.

It was actually terrible.

We were all sitting around,

super awkward.

No one knew what to say.

Then, like,

everyone just started

f***ing crying, man.

It was pretty weird.

Dude, can you hand me

that screwdriver?

It's okay. I got it.

You all right?

Huh?

Drinks? Oh, hello.

Um, yes. We would like a bottle...

of the "Claw du Bwahl '

Excuse me?

Um, bottle of"Clothes du Boys"?

You mean Clos du Bois?

Yes! Clos du Bois.

That's what it is.

That's the one.

It is a French wine,

and it is the cheapest on the list.

Okay. That's the one I want.

Okay.

You sure you wanna

eat here? Yeah.

I don't no. It just seems like...

it's really expensive and stuffy.

Oh, wait.

We have to, though,

because I got you a present.

You got me a present?

Yes.

Oh, my gosh! Dude.

Aiden said

that you were supercool,

so it was okay

if you joined the gang.

- Where did you find it?

- I had it made.

You had it made?

I love it. It's awesome.

Dude, seriously?

You know what?

I am in a gang now.

I do not need this pretentious,

bullshit restaurant.

Do you?

F***ing, f***!

F***, no, you don't!

I'll f*** a b*tch!

Goddamn!

"She could hold herselfback no longer.

She rides loose

like an untamed beast."

Oh, my...

No!

Mmm.

This is nice.

Yeah.

Wait a minute.

What?

I wanna know what happened

to Samantha.

She has sex.

"Stephan removes his shaft

from her quivering labia"...

Wait a minute.

It doesn't really say that.

Yes. "Samantha gasped

with desire.

"Stephan makes her

beg for it.

"He's not gonna let her

get off that easy.

"He slams his gigantic

flesh-rod deep into her...

and keeps slamming her over and

over and over again until she"...

Oh, God.

Oh, Milly. Goddamn.

Woodrow?

Holy sh*t.

Everything's f***ed up.

I have f***ing brain damage.

You don't have

f***ing brain damage.

Yeah, I f***ing do.

You don't.

F***ing shitty f***ing scars

all over my f***ing body.

No, it's okay.

And my f***ing heart's broken.

I'm f***ing pissed, and I don't

even know who to f***ing blame.

It's all right.

Hey.

Milly wants her sh*t, dude.

What the f*** are you thinking

coming over here?

If you want something from us,

you send us a f***ing letter!

I'm gonna let you go,

but if you come back here,

I swear to God, I'll f***ing kill you.

Okay. I'm putting

all her sh*t in a box...

so you don't have to

stare at it anymore.

And then when you're feeling well enough,

we're gonna burn it.

Did you get out at all today?

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