Black Sugar

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(suspenseful music)

(soft music)

- [Man] You've got hockey practice at six.

- Sh*t.

- [Man] What was that?

- I'll be back at six.

- Be back at five.

(dramatic music)

- Hey Charlie.

Charlie, wait up.

Wait up, wait up.

Where you been?

- Man, I'm hanging with Alex today.

Sorry.

- Oh, can I come?

- God.

- What are you guys going

to be doing anyways?

- It's not really your thing.

I don't think you'll be into it.

- Into what?

- It's,

fine, you can come.

Just don't be weird about it.

- [Scooter Boy] Are we

even allowed to be here?

- [Charlie] Would you just shut up.

- [Scooter Boy] Is this safe?

- [Charlie] Don't worry about it.

God.

Hey man.

- [Alex] Hey, where the dude been at?

- This guy held me up.

- What up, what up.

- Did you bring it?

- Bring what?

- Ease off him, alright.

They just got here sugar butt.

- Yeah, yeah I brought it.

But, first.

- Oh yeah.

- [Girl] Sweet.

- You want one?

- Ah.

- [Alex] Hey yo man, this is totally warm.

- Sorry.

- [Alex] Alright, anything man.

- Guys, we can't be doing this.

- You can go, you know.

Take that scooter and f*** off.

- Harsh.

- Now, the main event.

Guy selling them said take one each.

There you go.

- Sweet.

- Hey, yo, yo.

This is the legit thing

right here, alright.

Totally off the radar

and there's no laws about it

at all.

- But don't tell anyone about it

or we'll have to kill you.

- Boo.

(laughter)

- Wait, really?

- Blech.

- [Alex] You got to do it in one go,

like shrooms.

- [Scooter Boy] You've done mushrooms?

- [Alex] Yeah man.

It's the sh*t.

(dramatic music)

- Oh my God.

Damn.

- That's a ringing f***ing

endorsement right there.

- Wait, no,

you guys don't.

Charlie, don't.

- Stop being such a,

a p*ssy.

- Charlie.

(dramatic music)

(creature noises)

(screams)

- You guys.

This isn't funny anymore okay.

I get it, alright.

(screams)

- [Girl] Let me go.

(screams)

- Maggie.

(screams)

- Maggie!

(screams)

- [Alex] Get off me.

- Don't let him go.

- [Alex] No.

- Come on, compose yourself.

Alex.

(inaudible)

(dramatic music)

(screams)

(cries)

Help, somebody.

Help me.

- Wait, no.

(thunder)

(dramatic music)

- Oh come on, get out of

there you son of a b*tch.

(dramatic music)

(creature sheiks)

- Charlie!

- Get your hands off her.

(screams)

- Maggie.

(dramatic music)

- Charlie?

(heavy breathing)

(dramatic music)

- What the hell man,

I can save her.

- What are you talking about?

(screams)

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