Death Spa Page #4

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to be here a half-hour ago...

This place ought to be lousy

with good-lookin' bimbo's.

I'm sure they'll go crazy for

garlic and pepperoni breath.

Got any gum?

Hey.

Excuse me.

Sorry. I, uh...

I thought you were a friend.

Excuse me.

Sgt. Stone?

Lt. Fletcher?

Michael should be in

at any moment.

There's a bar

in the aerobics room.

Uh...

Uh...ah.

Excuse me, miss.

Hey, how did you do that?

You know, you're not supposed

to be in the computer room here.

How did you get in anyway?

The door was locked?

Well, um, maybe you could

stay for a little while.

Nice, uh, arms.

Uh...You know,

I really could get in a

lot of trouble for this.

What's your name?

Ah!

- Laura, my God, look at you.

- Oh Marvin, hi.

- You look fantastic.

- Oh, put me down.

Oh God, it's great to

see the world again.

Where's Michael?

- He'll be along in a minute.

- Oh, okay.

Come on, Laura.

Let's go get a drink.

- See you later.

- All right, see you--

Did you see that guy?

He looks great.

Oh...

Want some of that?

How's it going, Jeffrey?

So you're okay?

Hi, Jeffrey.

- Where's Laura?

- Headed for the bar.

- How's her eyes?

- Beautiful.

Okay, great.

Priscilla's looking for you.

Who are you?

Where are you taking me?

Ha!

Say goodbye to

your club, Michael.

- No--

- No.

[speaking Japanese]

Need some help?

Huh?

I asked if you could use a hand.

Ah, sure. Why don't you

help with these.

What a hot party, Tom.

What do you think?

Yeah, but it's

hotter in the sauna.

What do you say?

What a shock, poor dear.

The dead past

returning to haunt you.

Hello, Michael.

Resistance is set at maximum.

Hello, sweetheart.

Welcome to my party.

Where's Laura?

Working on her tan.

Careful.

One flick of a button

and she's fried chicken.

What do you want?

Haven't you been

getting my messages?

I'm lonely.

I want you with me.

Killing yourself

isn't so hard really.

And besides you'll be

saving all your friends.

I will destroy this place

and I'll kill them all

unless you do as I say.

Get away from there, Michael.

Oh, this is a great, Tom.

Ah...

Tom!

Ah, ah!

Ha, ha, ha...

Oh God! Oh...

Ah! Ah!

No!

David?

Ah...

David, I need your help.

No!

You have to go the way I did.

And if you don't,

you're going to

watch Laura burn.

All right.

But let her go first.

Don't give me ultimatums!

If you kill her,

you'll never have me.

You'd kill yourself for her.

You love her that much,

don't you?

David, fight back.

Ooh.

No!

Oh, God.

No!

Michael.

No!

David.

Ah...

That weakling

is gone forever.

And your time is running out.

No!

Ugh.

Now is your chance, Michael.

Come with me into the inferno.

Let's die together

and live forever in hell.

Uh...

Marvin...

What's the matter?

Is he okay?

Everyone in this place

is going to die.

We're out of booze here.

There's more in

the aerobics room.

You know,

this stuff isn't bad.

Keeps you skinny, too.

All it needs is, uh,

a little vodka.

Now what?

- Ah!

- Miss.

Why don't you try--

Ah!

Give me it...Give me it...

Ah!

Stone!

I can't...stop!

I can't get it off!

It's unplugged!

Oh, God...

Ah!

Come on, get off!

Get off!

Come on.

Oh my God.

No, I can't get it off!

Stone!

- Somebody!

- Ah!

Come on, get off!

Help!

Jesus Christ, get in here!

Stone!

Come on...

I can't...

Oh my God.

Ah!

Help, help!

Ah!

Oh, Jesus Christ!

Ah!

Help! Help me!

Ah, help me!

What the f***?!

Stop! Ah!

Somebody help!

Help!

Ah!

Fletcher.

Oh...

Oh, I feel sick.

Fletcher.

Are you there?

Hey, Fletch.

Ha, ha, ha, ha...

I got to get to the power.

Can you walk?

Are you okay?

I'll survive.

I'll go get Fletch.

Fletch...

Oh...

Ah!

Hey.

Run! Run!

Alright, b*tch.

I'll show you fried chicken.

Michael!

Ah!

Michael!

Ah...

The computer locked it.

Aw, f*** this computer sh*t.

What the hell happened?

It's Catherine.

She took over David's body.

Oh...oh...

Wait, wait, wait.

Marvin.

- Jesus, you finally got it.

- Thank God you're all right.

Nice try, Michael.

Ah...

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