Deathgasm Page #2

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finally found me.

- Where is it, Daggers?

Who were you talking to?

I heard voices.

- Why don't you go home

and tell Aeon

to f*** himself!

It's a trap.

Well, go on then,

do it, you f***in' p*ssy!

- Well, that was f***ed up.

- Dude, what the hell?

It's a f***ing

Rick Astley record!

F***.

- What the hell was that?

- Weird.

It's music.

- Can you read it?

- Yeah, I think so.

It's pretty universal.

It's really old.

Holy f***.

Look at the title.

- What the f*** does it say?

- Don't know,

I think it's Latin.

- What, like,

Dora the f***in' Explorer?

- No. Like, like,

Romans and sh*t.

- Dude...

We should learn this;

turn it into a

DEATHGASM song!

It'll be f***in' brutal.

- You want a beer?

- Ah, yeah.

- Vadin.

- I found Daggers.

- Straight to it'?

- Not even a,

"How are things, Aeon?"

You're direct.

I've always liked

that about you.

- Aeon, the pages.

- The Black Hymn, Vadin.

Pages are just paper.

The Black Hymn

is absolute power

Please, give it the

reverence it deserves.

- Daggers didn't have it,

The Black Hymn.

I think someone

got to it before us.

- Oh.

That's a shame.

- There was a break in.

The pages should be

in Greypoint somewhere.

I just need more time.

- Winners don't make excuses

for their failures, Vadin.

They learn from them.

- No. Please.

- Take his f***ing head off.

- No!

- Oh, come on,

that's a custom made

Sartori rug! Idiots!

You put a tarp down first.

Do it again.

Again!

Do it again!

That's good.

Yeah, I think that worked.

Get the car.

We're heading into Greypoint.

- Zakk - Zakk, that's good.

Urn, Brodie,

can - can you put your

foot up on that tree?

Yeah.

But - but higher?

Higher.

- This is retarded.

Our - our instruments

aren't even plugged in.

Where the f*** is the sound

supposed to be coming from?

- Trust me.

This is gonna be

off the hook.

Yeah, yeah.

No, that's good.

Um, let's - let's head

to the next location.

F*** you, Dion.

- Does anybody want

anything from the shop?

- Condoms, Vaseline,

jumper cables

and ammonium nitrate.

- I don't think they sell

that combination of things.

- See... Oh!

- Sony

Sorry.

There you go.

- Could I please have

my tampon?

- Yeah sure.

- Thanks.

You're Brodie, right?

- Yeah.

- I'm Medina,

from maths class.

- Right, you're David's

girlfriend, right?

- You know what,

I was gonna get an ice cream.

Did you want one?

- Ah, yeah.

Ah, yeah. I was just

helping these guys, urn...

- Ah, we're - we're

all done here,

dude, ah, catch you later.

- Yeah, that'd be great.

- Cool.

- Sperminate her, dude!

- So, um, the other day,

in maths...

ah, Mr Capenhurst

is such a dick.

- Yeah.

- Yep.

- I, um, I saved this.

Well,

I rescued it from the bin.

You're a really good drawer,

like, really talented.

I wish I could draw like that.

- Okay-

Thank you.

Thanks.

- You know, I was -

I was thinking about

getting a tattoo

it would drive my dad crazy.

I should get you

to design it.

Maybe that's lame.

- No, of course.

I mean, of course

I would help you design it.

Not, "Of course

I think it's lame."

- Okay-

You know, I was thinking

about getting it just, urn...

...just here.

- Yes...

good spot for it.

- Or - or maybe here,

on my upper thigh.

- Yeah, yeah.

Yes, yeah.

Either - I mean, again,

both great areas - places.

And hard decision.

So...

- So, you're in a band?

- Yeah, I, um, I play,

ah, the guitar.

I mean, axe.

Um, do you,

do you like metal?

- Um, isn't it just a bunch

of guys screaming?

- No way.

Well, apart from grindcore.

And... death metal

is kind of like that.

And deathcore, screamo,

pornogrind,

black metal, mathcore,

thrash and mordorcore.

- But apart from those.

- Mmm.

- It's just not my thing.

I don't really get it.

- It's like,

when life sucks,

and - and you feel alone

and empty.

You stick on some metal

and life is better, because -

because somebody else

knows the pain and -

and the rage that you're

going through, you know?

Urn, I'll - I'll -

I'll lend you a CD.

You should - you should

have a - have a listen.

Ah...

- Oh.

Ah, Anal C*nt.

- Ah, ah...

This one.

- Awesome.

Ah, these are really,

really old.

How are they not

in a museum?

- Where did you say you

got these again, dude?

- I, um...

- Found them...

- In a skip.

- I'm warning you, Brodie.

Stop that devil music now.

- Sh*t, man.

- Laters, bud.

- Dude, you choked again.

- Sorry, I, ah,

started panicking.

- You ever

had that feeling

where you can't breathe?

Like there's a crushing

weight on your chest,

and the room gets

really small

and your heart starts

beating insanely fast?

- No, never had that.

Oh, although this one time,

this chick grabbed

my nuts too hard,

and my splooge

came out red.

Brotherhood of Steel?

- Brotherhood of Steel.

- Laters.

- Whoa.

- The expression

Three A plus two B

over two.

When A equals three

and B equals four.

Anyway, three A

plus two B equals two.

Then A equals three.

B equals four.

- Hey, cuz.

- The f*** do you want?

F***.

- Get him.

- F*** off, David.

- What are you gonna do

about it, fudge packer?

Tell my dad?

He hates you, too.

F***.

- You go near my b*tch again

and I'll punch you in the

dick every morning.

- Fucktard.

- Rip Brodie's girlie

earring out.

- No.

No! No, no, no...

- Come on.

Lay into him.

- Are you stealing petrol?

- No.

I'm stealing diesel.

- Well, don't you feel guilty?

- No.

Hold that.

- You're Zakk right?

Brodie's friend?

He - do you know

where he is?

He skipped class

this afternoon.

- Brodie?

Oh yeah. He lost his dick in

a freak bandsaw accident.

Tragic.

- Okay...

Urn... Well...

Can you give him this?

Oh.

Don't read it.

- Zakk?

Where's Brodie?

- He told me to

pass on a message.

He's not interested.

He's got other sh*t

going on.

- Oh.

Well, that's sh*t.

- Yeah...

well, I thought I'd

come down and tell you.

Save up waiting all night,

freezing your tits off, eh?

- Thank you for considering

the well-being of my tits.

- You're welcome.

Here.

You're freezing.

Swig?

Helps take the

bullshit away.

- F*** it.

- His mum is a psycho...

- Are you gonna tell us

who gave you the shiner?

- Won't matter soon.

Let's just f***in' do this.

- Dude, you know

I have your back.

Tell me who they are,

I'll f*** them up.

- I'm fine.

- All right. Well, if they

give you anymore sh*t,

I know a trick, all right?

Point down at their zipper,

and say,

"Ooh gross,

your cock is hanging out."

And then when they

look down... Boom!

You punch them in the face.

My dad taught me that.

All right, ladies.

From the top.

- Goddamn,

I have the worst headache.

- Were we asleep?

- Amps are buggered.

- Guys...

Guys, do I look different?

More, like... more powerful?

- You could be

weaker than before.

- Something f***ed up happened.

Man, my head is throbbing.

- Something went wrong.

It didn't work.

- What are you

talkin' about, dude?

Wouldn't it be crazy if-

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