Exeter a.k.a. Backmask Page #2

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this place to the ground to cover his ass.

Yeah, why would Conway

torched a building Knowles.

I'm looking it up here.

"Local church shuts down rehab facility due to fire."

He created that version and

he blamed it on Rock 'N' Roll.

- Oh, oh. Yeah , yeah, yeah!

- You alright?

- Forgot about the backmasking.

- The backmasking, exactly.

What is backmasking?

It's when a band records messages

backwards into their songs.

The clergy convinced the parents that

there were satanic messages in the music.

And the press was all over it.

Here. Check it out.

Where?

Exeter had become home to

unconventional methods of punishment.

resembling an exorcisms.

The patient went missing in fire.

There were vivid accounts of

electroshock therapy

Conway denied any wrong doings.

And cited Rock 'N' Roll, an occult experimentation,

as the cause of the arsenal.

Yeah.

Actually, there's this Emo girl on YouTube.

Swears she can make herself weightless.

- Pull it up. Pull it up.

- I want to see.

- That's fake! That's fake.

- Look at that.

- What the f***...

- Fake.

- There could be something to this.

- How?

If you believe something enough.

It effects you physically.

Let's do it.

- It's for tardity

- Oh, honey. Are you scared?

I'm not scared, you know?

You know what .

If it doesn't work.

I get to nail you in

a different shaft.

Fine.

Done.

- He's talking about her ass.

- Game on!

- Oh god!

- Okay. Look, I need a volunteer.

Drew?

I'm super famey.

I do it.

- Yeah!

- Alright!

You the b*tch!

You the b*tch!

Rory! Rory!

Rory!...

Okay, Knowles.

Just come over this side.

- Hey. Are you good for it.

- Alright.

-Okay

- Alright.

Two fingers, are going to go

under his body, okay?

Drew, two fingers.

Okay.

Two fingers underneath his body and...

I just want everybody to close their eyes.

And breathe in...

And breathe out...

Let your mind drift

into the silence...

- What the f***!

- Oh...

- Concentrate.

- I did.

That's good, get it.

- Oh, my god. That's so immature!

- Smells like Brad's mom's p*ssy.

Shut up and levitate already.

Please.

That's immature.

Stop it...!

- Stop it.

- Okay.

Fingers.

Thank you.

Rory died in a car accident,

here his body lies...

Light as a feather, stiff as a board

Light as a feather, stiff as a board

Light as a feather, stiff as a board

One.

Jesus.

Guys.

One. One.

One. One.

Two. Two.

Two. Two.

- Three.

- Three.

- Four.

- Four.

- What the f***.

- Oh sh*t.

- What. What.

- What the f***.

- You alright?

- Rory, Rory.

You alright?

- He pissed himself.

- Oh my god.

That's beer.

That is beer.

And it came from you dick.

Aren't that amazing.

F*** you guys!

Hey. You owe me, by the way.

You pay up.

What the f***.

We got him off the ground, Brad.

If he weighs like 50 pounds.

I can pick him up with one hand.

- You owe me, baby.

- No, no.

You guys.

You saw something happened.

Yeah, you lost your bet.

Start stretching.

Oh my God!

Perverts!

You saw him get off the ground, right.

I'm pretty sure of it.

- 50 pounds, I could pick him with one hand.

- Well you didn't, did you.

We all did it together and you

saw that something happened.

Don't be stupid.

Where are you going?

Wait up!

Hey. Hey. Hey.

Wait up.

Hold on.

What happened?

I'm tired.

Wait till I sober up.

We'll dropped you a way off and hit Danny's.

Come on.

You know you want pancakes.

- No, I don't.

- Sit down.

Two seconds.

- You made that?

- My mother did.

It's cool.

You guys close?

Yeah, we're pretty tight.

There's just the two of us.

Did your dad died?

Upgraded.

Mine too.

He moved in with a stripper

when I was 10.

Men have it so easily.

They get tired of the family.

They can just go and start a new one.

I'm over it.

- Is Rory?

- What do you mean?

Just worry about him.

Don't fall for his sh*t.

He's a complete attention norm.

Yeah. That's because nobody

is paying attention.

The kid follows me around everywhere.

He's been a pain in my ass

since day one.

He's a lonely damage kid.

Somebody has to take responsible.

He's fine.

Then, where is he?

Jesus.

How low can you go?

You have no idea.

B*tch!

- Do it. Do it.

- Oh no, I'm so scared.

I love you so f***ing much.

Okay guys...

Okay...

Yes!

Oh,no...

I just lost...

Oh no...

- Rory.

- Rory.

Rory!

Patrick.

Grab it!

Grab it!

Rory.

Put it down.

Hey. Hey.

Hey

Calm down!

Calm Down!

Calm down.

Give me the flashlight.

Rory.

His eyes are so dilated.

He needs a doctor.

He needs a priest.

No, no, no.

It's the drugs.

Look at his eyes.

The last person I want here

is Father Conway. Alright.

We need to...

Rory!

Now.

Get him off!

- What the f***.

- What the f*** is that?

Brothers.

- Call him. Call him.

- What?

- Oh sh*t. Its his voice mail machine.

- Jus-Just leave a message.

Hi, this is Patrick ..

Hey.

I'm down at the center right now,

Just cleaning up and uh...

There's...

There's been a...

...situation...

Um...

If you can come down here, right now.

That would be good.

Everythings fine...

It's just...

If you have any holy water,

you might want to bring it.

- Whoa.

- What the f***.

Guys, there's something

really wrong with Rory.

He's high.

He's speaking in tongues.

He mixed "E" and thyroxine.

He'll get his language skills back in a few days.

No man. You didn't see him, his eyes.

Dude, you need to chillex.

Just let him sleep it off. He'll be fine.

I've see him Zanax sometimes.

- I called Father Conway.

- What! - Whoa!

Are you f***ing kidding me?

We have PCP, L, E,

Vyx, Oxi, Morphine...

You called a f***ing priest?

- Brad, listen to me. He is possessed!

- You called a priest!

He's frying his balls off, Patrick.

It's call being high.

What the f***!

Ground's full of sh*t.

Hey, man.

What the f*** is going on here?

Oh nothing. I was just...

just cleaning up here.

What's he doing?

The f***ing bible study?

No,

I dont even know him and...

Those pills were already here

when we got here.

- Just taking a nap

- Yeah.

We're leaving.

- We're gone

- Yeah, we're going out the door.

Later.

No one is going anywhere

until I call the cops.

- Wait, wait, wait...

- No, no .. Please. - No, no, no.

I can't go to jail,

you know what they'll do to me in there?

Yeah!

They'll f***ing ass rape you.

I just got into community college,

And this will really ruin my life.

so if you don't mind, we'll just all good boyt.

Oh, boo-hoo.

It's going to take a little more than tears. Doll.

What do you want to do

for me, honey huh?

Maybe you can come up to my truck

and we can figure it out.

- What do you have in mind?

- What've you got to offer mer?

Listen, that's my girlfriend, okay?

You f***ing touch me again,

I'll blow your head off.

Alright, alright. Okay.

Now we know. Now we know. Okay.

What the f*** is that?

Bad plumbing.

What've you got?

The hot one upstairs?

What's that suppose to mean?

- Greer, you really don't want to go up there.

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