Cabin Fever Page #5

Here, have a big beer.

Come on, drink up.

You've got some sexy hair.

You got sexy shoes, too.

Sh*t, what the f***|happened to you, man?

The tow truck.

What happened to|the tow truck, Winston?

Oh sh*t.

The f***ing party man.

I'm so f***ing sorry|about the tow truck.

I sent it, it broke down.|I had to get a tow truck

to get that f***ing|tow truck.

What do you need,|you need a ride?

Yeah.

Yeah, a ride would be good.

Radio:
Winston!

- Winston, do you copy?|- Yes, sir, I copy.

I'm still looking for|that underage booze party.

Radio:
Never mind.|We've got bigger problems.

Some kids up in a cabin|are on a killing spree.

There's two,|possibly three casualties.

They are armed and hostile.|Do not go anywhere near them!

They've got some kind of skin virus|that will eat you alive.

So if you do see them,|do not hesitate to shoot them.

- Do you copy?|- Yes. Can you repeat the last part?

I said, if you see the kids,|just shoot them on sight!

So, how about that ride?

What the f***?|Just shoot him!

- Hey, I can't.|- You heard the walkie-talkie dude!

- The f***ing gun is in the car.|- I just want to get into town.

- Why don't you just relax?|- Get away, f***ing fruitcake!

You're not going anyplace!

- F***!|- Sh*t.

Come on, be cool.|Be cool.

Oh f***!

You f***ing idiot!

You just f***ed up the whole|party, you f***ing idiot!

The party's over, Winston.

Man:
Son.

We need you to start|from the beginning.

Everybody's dead.

We need to know...

where you got this disease.

It was a guy|from the woods.

Oh God, he looked|like Bert's marshmallow.

Paul:
He told me|he would get a tow truck.

I should have killed him too.

Doctor:
We're not equipped|to handle a situation like this.

Cook County is|his only shot.

Fine.

You put him in the car...

and I'll take care of him.

Hey, look who's waking up!

The f***ing party man!

I guess the party|ain't over, huh?

We have a long night|of partying.

- A long night.|- Water.

- I ain't got no water.

All I got's a 40.|But if you want some water,

I'll find some|for you, okay?

You just sit tight,|I'll take care of you.

Holy sh*t.

They're dead.

My God.

All dead.

I made it.

I made it.

Oh God, I made it.

I did it.

I f***ing made it.

I f***ing made it.

I did it.

I f***ing made it!

I knew it!

I knew it!|I f***ing made it!

I f***ing made it!

I made it!

I f***ing made it!

You got rid|of that other one, right?

Hey, I think there's another one|in the basement.

Come on, boys!

Let's do this!

Hey, fellas!

It's been a rough morning|up here.

Lemonade, mister?

Thanks, son.|Don't mind if I do.

That's five cents.

Businessmen.

You almost take|after your granddad.

Cad:
They're running me out|of my own business.

Stealing me blind right here.

Whoa! Now,|that is mighty fine.

Mighty fine. Grab a cup, boys.|This round's on me.

Here you go, all|polished and everything.

Ain't that a beauty?|Look at that, honey.

Looks like it's brand new.

- Hi, my nigga, how are you?|- What's up, nigga?

Where you been, man?

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