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You f***ing watch!

Don't f***ing make me...

What the f*** do you

think you're doing?!

You're gonna watch this!

You're gonna watch this!

What the f*** do you

think you're doing!

I love this music.

It's very relaxing.

It helps me sleep at night.

How are you feeling?

Are you enjoying

your stay in Demyl?

Vijah?

Get us a couple waters, please.

Vijah, I already asked you

once with my mouth.

Now.

Chop chop.

Yeah...

She is a good one.

I bet you would love to

f*** that right in half.

Hmm?

Oh.

I'm sorry, I, I shouldn't be

speaking like that.

Disgusting behavior, I know.

I have a potty mouth.

I really do.

My parents always told me when I was

a little boy to keep my mouth shut.

They told me

if I didn't watch my language,

they would put some soap in my mouth

and wash all those curse words away.

Well.

One time they actually did.

My mother dragged me

into the bathroom

and made me

eat a half a bar a soap.

I threw up so much that night,

I started to throw up blood.

Must've had some sort of

chemical reaction from the soap.

But did my parents

take me to the hospital?

No.

It was too much of an

inconvenience for them

to take care of their sick,

first born son.

So...

...later that night when I was

feeling a little better

and my parents

had gone to sleep...

...I decided to go

into the kitchen

and grab the biggest f***ing carving

knife I could possibly find,

then, tip toe into their bedroom

and turn them

into puzzle pieces.

My point is, Miles,

you f*** with me,

and I'll not only

return the favor,

I'll disembowel the next

generation of your family.

Now, why did you two

come into my town

and start f***ing up my system?

We had a nice living situation

going on here until you

and your f*** hole brother came in

rolling around acting like tough guys.

Hmm?

Hmm.

I don't like to ask

the same question twice.

Now...

Why did you two come into Demyl?

F***...

...you.

Vijah... you're being

very quiet over there.

Yeah, you're being so

f***ing weird!

Why don't you speak, b*tch?!

You speak too much.

What the f*** you say to me,

you little chapped c*nt?! Huh?!

What the f*** you say to me,

you little b*tch?!

I'll shove your little f***ing

face in the ground!

You better watch it!

You better watch it or I'll kill your ass!

I'll kill your f***ing ass!

F***ing ugly ass, c*nt!

You b*tch!

- Watch that mouth of yours, V.

- Hate you, b*tch!

Or I'll cut it

right the f*** off.

Sit the f*** down!

Vijah?

Where are you going?

Yeah. You too good

for us now, huh?

Show's not even over yet.

Show's not even over yet, b*tch!

You better not be going

to see that piece of sh*t.

I'm gonna go to my room.

Is that okay?

No! It's not okay! Sit back down

and finish the show!

I wasn't talking to you.

Doyle?

B*tch!

You look like sh*t, boy.

Not gonna speak, huh?

I guess your brother

won't be either.

You look like

you wanna kick my ass.

Look. Your brother?

He was useless garbage

we had to get rid of.

The world doesn't need

anymore men like him.

We got enough f***ers running

around like they're John Wayne.

The eyes don't lie, boy.

Give me some more!

Give me some more,

right here, huh?

Give me some more

right here, boy!

You're gonna be meeting

the whole family soon

and then your balls will rise

right back up in your ass

where they belong, boy.

So don't be getting

too full now.

The main course has yet to come.

Oh, and by the way...

...you got your brother

all over your face.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

You seem to be taking

a liking to this young man.

Is that true?

He's not like you people.

Us people?

We took you in Vijah.

You'd be an ink spot on a f***ing

windshield if it wasn't for us.

You took me in?

That's one way to put it.

Well, your parents weren't doing

you any good from what I could see.

This is your home as much

as it is ours.

And I want you to respect that.

I've got something for you.

Here.

I want you to put it on.

Please.

I want to see it on you.

Can you turn around, please?

No.

I want you to wear this

to the dinner.

Vijah...

you're a very beautiful woman.

And I can tell that you see

something in this man Miles.

But... I gave him a choice.

I did.

And he didn't choose you.

That's why... what I'm

about to do is only necessary.

It's the only way

you'll be able to learn.

I'm not trying to hurt you.

But right now,

right this moment.

I'm going to have to hurt you.

Ah, just in time!

Miles, it's so nice

of you to join us.

Dig in.

Looks like he's

too good for our food.

You better eat that food,

you know.

Kane's been busting his hump

to cook it for us.

Be a shame to

let it go to waste.

Eat it.

Maybe he's a vegetarian.

Miles, I understand that

our methods are a bit

off putting to you,

at the moment.

I understand that.

But believe me

when I tell you this...

What?

You think of us

as insane people?

Hm, not true.

We just see life differently.

It's very simple.

That's all.

I'd like to make a toast.

To new comers, new flesh.

I'm sorry that it didn't work

out the way I wished, Miles.

You had to be so stubborn.

When you could've just

became one of us.

But don't you worry.

The main event has yet to come.

To Miles, everyone.

Hmm?

- To Miles.

- To Miles.

Miles! Miles! Miles!

Miles! Miles!

To Miles!

Good.

Very good.

Jesus!

What the f*** happened?

We were just having a nice meal

and you guys go ahead

and get up

and start killing each other.

None of this had to

happen, Miles.

None of this had to happen

if you would've just joined us!

Like a good ole boy!

I loved you.

You know that?

And you go ahead

and you do this.

For what?

For what?!

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