Brainscan Page #5

I just kept it a secret.

I never told anybody. [DISTORTED]

But that's over now. You watch me

from your window. I know you do. I've known for a long time. I watch you too. I bet you

didn't know that. Look, I take pictures.

Look. That's you. You, you. I love you, Michael. [BREATHING HEAVILY] [ZAPPING] I knew you couldn't

do it on your own. Game over.

You lose. Perhaps. But first... Surprise. Murderer. No! Murderer. No! No! [ZAPPING]

[SCREAMING] Oh, my God. What... The freaking hell? -What is this?

-[VOICE FROM BRAINSCAN]

Hello, there. You've just experienced

Brainscan, the ultimate experience

in interactive terror. We're glad you decided

to play. Our special

state-of-the-art system releases a powerful

reality-enhancing signal. We here at Scientific

Perception Laboratories,

makers of Brainscan... [VOICE CONTINUES INDISTINCT] It was a... A dream. -...hope you've enjoyed

the feeling, however...

-MICHAEL:
A dream. -We understand that reality

compression can be traumatic.

-It wasn't even real! -We offer these simple

relaxation techniques...

-All right. To calm you down. In a seated position,

place your head... MICHAEL:

I didn't kill anybody.

There's no Trickster. Breathe deeply... Jerks! [VOICE CONTINUES INDISTINCT] Oh, man. You put me through hell! [SMASHING] Why don't you try these

freaking relaxation

techniques? [GRUNTS] [YELLING, GRUNTING HEAVILY] KYLE: Michael!

Yo, dude. Hello? Kyle!

Oh, my God, Kyle! KYLE: Hello? Aw! Dirtbag! I have been

ringing your doorbell,

calling you for an hour. There is a party next door! Kyle! -No, it's Axl Rose!

-God, man!

I missed you, man! Careful, man!

You're gonna kill yourself

on my lucky charms, man. They're magically delicious.

Ha-ha-ha! It's good to see you, Kyle.

I missed you. I love you! Dude, man, are you okay? Yeah, I'm fine, man. Good. Listen, it's

a good thing you didn't order

that Brainscan tape, man. I saw something on the news

about it. Like, it's hypnotic

or some stuff like that. Some kid in Texas

was watching it, and I

think he had an aneurysm. I think his eyes

exploded too. Man, what is it? -Kimberly. Come on, man.

-Go for it, man.

Let's go! I just want your passion I just want your name [MUSIC CONTINUES INDISTINCT] Kimberly? Damn.

Stacie, do you know

where Kimberly is? She's upstairs. Upstairs? Yeah.

With Taylor. Stacie, for once,

don't be a witch. Hey. Stacie, right? Yeah. That outfit's

totally bitchin'. You think so? I know so. You look just like

that girl in that video by

what's-his-name. Only better. Video? Really? Totally. You're Kyle, right? Uh-huh. Hi, Kyle. [BOY VOMITING] Kimberly? Michael. Hey, can I talk to you

for a second? Yeah, c'mon. [CLEARING THROAT] Well, uh... I just... -I just wanted to ask

one thing.

-Okay. Please, will you

go out with me? I don't think so. [STAMMERING]

I mean,

I'll think about it. I-I-It's not really

a good time to ask,

you know what I mean. You'll think about it. Yes. But... Maybe. Right?

Not no. Maybe. Maybe yes.

Maybe. So you mean, uh,

you and Taylor... Are you kidding me? Well, listen, um... I have to...

Get back, so... [EXHALES] [BELL RINGING] Yes?

[KNOCK ON DOOR] Come in. Yes, what can I do

for you, Mr. Brower? Well, uh, I have a game

I want to show

to the Horror Club. Brainscan.

Yes, well, this

should be entertaining. [Chuckles]

Yeah, I really think it will. Uh, think you'll

have a lot of fun.

[EXHALES] Brainscan. [ZAPPING] [LAUGHING WICKEDLY] I'll see ya. [LAUGHING]

Ah. Dig, dig, dig for yourself Dig, dig, dig for

your soul Dig, dig, dig... TRICKSTER:

Wait a minute. Haven't you

forgotten something? [LAUGHING WICKEDLY] [HEAVY METAL MUSIC PLAYING] What the hell's the

message Don't look at me What the hell's the

message Like the little beast

in a stone-cold room Sat writhing in pain

all afternoon Some come each spring

brought to the surface Like dark invaders make

their way to the surface Just this side of hell

his kids start to sing Then one day

we're feeling everything Trees outside

with no bark on the wood Like a callous on your heart

mixed with the blood What the hell's the

message Don't look at me What the hell's the

message And you don't have

to stand Stand by me And you don't have

to stand How many little shapes

you did Because I know Well it's just the way

that I let go of Everything's thrown

on the floor Ringing in my ears Well, you make your choices

very clear One thing

I wanna tell ya Two things

I might mail ya Three things

Check it

I don't care One thing

I wanna tell ya Two things

I might mail ya Three things

Check it

I don't care Yeah

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