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Dead Hooker in a Trunk Page #4
- Okay.
First we have that, um...
we have to take care of
that dead hooker first.
- Right.
- Irate driver.
- Come on.
Now, that's-
come on!
Sorry I acted that way.
- So she goes up and one-punches
the douche bag
and brings it back,
and then the repressed guy,
the guy I was talking
about before,
he sews it back on.
So I'm kind of worried about it,
but, well,
since you're going to be
prescribing me stuff anyway,
anything off this list too.
Anything.
Anything.
- Hi.
Do you have any string or thread
or something to fix my pants?
- Yeah, I think I have some.
Dude, what happened?
- I walked into a door.
- You can just take that sh*t
if you want.
- Thanks.
Do you know this girl?
- Yeah, I do.
She's rad.
- Do you know where she lives?
- I didn't know
they let animals in here.
Hey!
Awesome, you're here too.
- What?
- With my sister.
- No, she took off.
- Where is she?
- You know what?
I think I have an idea.
Come on, let's go.
Yeah, that's
looking much better.
- Hi.
- Hi.
- Who's this?
- It's Billy.
I found him.
- Hi, Billy.
Can I hold him?
- No.
- I have an arm.
Let me hold him.
- Don't drop him.
He's not acid.
- Hi.
- Okay, we should go.
- Hi.
Hi.
He's funny, eh?
- Good old predictable sis.
- F*** off and die.
- Don't be a b*tch.
- Tough.
I thought I was.
- This is going well.
- Well, maybe you guys
shouldn't have all ditched me.
- Hey.
You ditched me.
- We were going
our separate ways.
- Look, can we stop this?
We've already been here.
I know where to bury her.
- You're the one who drove off,
and now you're pretending
to be the hurt one?
- Oh, f*** you.
- You know what?
F*** you!
- Can we just quit this sh*t?
I'm f***ing tired of it.
F*** it.
She obviously doesn't have
any family
or anyone that cares about her,
so it's our responsibility
to put her to rest.
That's what everyone
wants to do, right?
That's what we all think is
Are you going to hit me?
- No.
You're right.
Guys, I'm sorry I was being
such a c*nt.
- Good.
No more weird twists.
the father so well,
he won't ask
too many questions.
- Oh, my God,
that's him.
That's the guy.
- What?
Where?
- Motherf***er.
- That is so weird.
What is the coincidence of him
being right there?
- Where's he going?
- Um, guys.
- I'm just
getting my tools together.
- Oh, my God!
- You don't even
worry about that.
You know, I thought doing that
would wake you up.
But who knows?
Medical mystery.
- We decided we didn't want you
to reproduce.
- You blinded my sister.
and you knocked
her f***ing eye out.
- I didn't do it.
- Yeah?
You killed a girl,
and you put her
in my f***ing trunk!
You're a serial killer.
We know.
We read the papers.
Who knows how many other people
are dead because of you?
The bat proves it,
and this...
is how we decided...
to deal with you!
- Stop!
- No, assfuck.
You don't get a say
in the matter.
Ice pick!
- Ice pick.
- No, it wasn't me.
- Hammer!
- Hammer.
- And after all
I've done to you
How can it be
I try hard to be more
what you want me to be
But I can't help how I act
When you're not
here with me
I try hard to be strong
But sometimes I fail myself
And after all
I've promised you
So faithfully
I want to cry .
- Dude, I thought he was gay.
- What?
- I thought he was gay.
- Get it, though.
- Well, apparently not.
Guys, I'm really tired.
Maybe we should just have
a good night's sleep
and then meet up
to bury the body tomorrow.
- Okay.
- What, really?
- Yeah.
Do you need a ride home?
- No, I think I'm just going to
take Billy for a walk.
- Okay.
Is that all you got?
- I don't know
where she could be.
- She was acting all weird
last night,
like acting kind
and everything.
and no one answered.
- What, is she like our
unofficial leader or something?
- Well, her room is trashed,
but it kind of always
looks that way.
- Well, you're the smart one.
Why don't you go find a clue?
- Smart one?
It's not like we're all just
a big group of stereotypes.
- Um, I found a clue.
- What did you find?
- Remember when there was a body
in the trunk?
It's gone now.
- What?
- It's a business card. Business card.
Looks like someplace
- You look like a little angel
when you're sleeping.
- I'm going to f***ing kill you.
- Like you killed my brother?
- What?
- Don't play coy.
I know you did it.
- Wait a minute.
The hooker was a guy?
- No.
I killed her.
You killed
who you thought was me
but was in actuality
my little brother
who just so happened
How is your sister by the way?
- Who the f*** are you?
- Don't you know by now?
Gentlemen?
We're going to need
a little bit of privacy.
- You've got to be
f***ing kidding me.
- I'm afraid not, dear.
- But you helped me.
- I know.
But it's only because
I want to be
the one to hurt you.
- I don't see her anywhere.
- Sh*t, she must be inside.
- I have an idea.
- Big man.
- If you're a very lucky girl,
you might get to find out.
But you'll probably be dead
by then.
What's that?
Excuse me?
I'm sorry.
I couldn't hear that.
Could you speak up?
No quip?
No smart remark?
I get it.
You're waiting for your friends
to bust in and save the day.
- Not even my friends
are that retarded.
- Hey, there, you b*tches,
Or are you all too busy
sucking cock
or rather fantasizing about cock
to suck in the future
or past cock sucking
experiences?
- And if you think that little
girl punch intimidates me,
you're even more pathetic
than I thought.
I mean, seriously,
what the f***?
What the f*** is wrong with you?
- What the f***'s
wrong with you?
- What the f***
is wrong with you?
Oh, my God.
- What the hell
is wrong with you?
- Good boy doesn't even cry.
Don't worry.
I've done this
hundreds of times.
- There is no way
I'm touching that thing.
- What the f***'s
wrong with you?
You have a forked cock.
Peace at last.
So much better.
Just the two of you
against me?
Oh, my God,
I'm so scared.
- Now it's fair.
- Well.
Actually still not fair.
Gentlemen?
Now it's fair.
- F***er!
- Did you just barf?
- A little in my mouth.
I'll get the dog.
- I'll get the hooker.
- Okay.
- She's beautiful, isn't she?
Just like all the others.
- That was my sister,
you sick f***.
It was you in the papers too,
wasn't it?
- I thought you were
the smart one.
Took you a little while
to figure it out, though,
didn't it?
- Don't come near me.
- Actually, I was thinking
more like in you.
And X marks the spot.
- Why?
What the f*** is wrong with you?
- Oh, all this aggression.
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