Halloweed

[smashing sound]

[car alarm]

Oh yeah!

Move it, motherf***er!

Yo, give me back

my money, b*tch!

It's my money now,

motherf***er! Eat it!

[indistinct shouting]

[car honks]

[upbeat rhythmic music]

d

Somebody better call

an ambulance!

[car alarm]

[siren]

[upbeat music]

d

d Take me by the hand,

I'll show you Wonderland d

d The trees of gold

and violet skies d

d With ghouls and pretty

faces all the wrong places d

d Sour diesel, cherry pie

d So shake it out now,

we got that loud now d

d We're gonna stay high

and never come down d

d We're gonna roll,

we're gonna grind d

d Now pass it left,

don't pass it right d

d The monster hash

d The monster hash

d The monster hash

d The monster hash

d Hit me like a wave,

I'm rising from the grave d

d This lifted,

gifted paradise d

d And minds are slowly melting,

eyes are glazing over d

d Leave your body

for the night d

d So shake it out now

d We got that loud now

d We're gonna stay high

and never come down d

d We're gonna roll,

we're gonna grind d

d Now pass it left,

don't pass it right d

d The monster hash

d The monster hash

d The monster hash

d The monster hash

d So shake it out now

d We got that loud now

d We're gonna roll,

we're gonna grind d

d Now pass it left,

don't pass it right d

d So shake it out now

d We got that loud now

d We're gonna stay high

and never come down d

d We're gonna roll,

we're gonna grind d

d Now pass it left,

don't pass it right d

d The monster hash

d The monster hash

d The monster hash

d The monster hash

Execution set tonight,

the community of Bridgeport

can hopefully get some peace.

Serial killer Vincent Modine,

who stabbed nine people to

death over the course of

three very frightening

weeks will die tonight.

Survived by son Trent Modine,

his step-son Joey Booker,

and three ex-wives who

have book deals pending,

so we can't mention

them by name.

The reign of terror

is now over.

I did it, and

I'd do it again!

d We got that loud now

d We're gonna stay high

and never come down d

d We're gonna roll,

we're gonna grind d

d Now pass it left,

don't pass it right d

d The monster hash

d The monster hash

d The monster hash

d The monster hash

Ooh, here comes trouble.

Suck my dick, midget!

It's showtime, Modine!

[moaning]

Adios, Modine.

Yeah, Modine!

Yeah, Modine!

Should we let him finish?

Let him finish for

Christ's sakes.

Get it, Modine!

Ahh!

[Cheering]

Way to go, Modine!

[Laughs]

Wicked load!

Woo!

-Alright.

-Out with a bang.

F***ing midget!

Sup?

Oh, I smell like weed!

I wonder why.

Hey, that chick cop behind

you with the gun?

I'd hit that.

She seems like your type.

Are you excited, huh?

We're about to watch my

father, your step-father,

die at the hands

of the state.

So no, not exactly

planning a parade.

I'm just making

conversation, bro.

It's just 2000 volts

of electricity.

I mean it can't be

that bad, right?

I should've drank more.

Mm.

Hoho, it's a party!

Didn't expect this.

[Carnival music]

Those seats are taken.

[sighs]

[music]

d

Move over.

[indistinct murmuring]

Seriously?

What? I like popcorn.

-Here.

-Shh!

I love you, Modine!

-I love you!

-Fry the fat f***er already!

[cheering]

Fifty bucks says

he shits himself.

Oh, you got a deal.

Hey Trent!

-Lick me baby, lick me!

-Good to see you, son.

Josephine.

I understand, son, this

can't be easy for you.

And now you're in that room

with all those poor folks.

I killed those

people's loved ones.

I never denied it.

You ever wonder why?

Because I f***in' loved it!

[Booing]

-Burn!

-F*** you, man!

You ever truly, truly

held a knife, son?

Feel the power

in your hands?

In and out, in and out.

Best sex I ever had.

[Booing]

Choke on your popcorn, a**holes!

Just the thought of

murdering your deserving

motherfuckers gets my

dick hard, you see?

[timpani swell]

[groans of disgust]

Sh*t, he's got a

big-ass dick.

Yeah, no sh*t, man.

I need you to finish

it for me, Trent.

Cleanse the world of these

filthy, dirty, f***ing animals.

Finish my work!

I know you feel it.

Avenge my death!

Wow. This is engaging.

I mean, that was,

that was so viking.

Avenge my death?

It's amazing!

Any last words, Modine?

Seriously?

I just thought, I just

went on about how the

world's unclean, how about

my son Trent's gonna pick

up where I left off, and uh,

you know, it's in his blood.

It was pretty heavy

and intense.

I had to poop.

I'm sorry.

I gotta do it again?

Okay, I can do it again.

F*** it.

No, it's okay, Vince.

-No, hey you fucktards!

-Don't.

Okay, I won't.

F*** it.

You ready to die?

Sure.

You're just taking out one

of the cogs in the wheel.

Trent completes me.

No, I don't.

-I don't complete him.

-You see.

You're never to lead!

P*ssy!

I hope your double-wide

mother croaks in her

double-wide trailer.

Your mama's so fat, I told

that b*tch to haul ass,

she had to make

two trips.

[Laughing]

That was a good one.

Hey uh, your mom's so fat!

-No.

-No, okay, I won't.

Alright, alright, enough.

[phone ringing]

Well this, this

can't be happening.

Oh, it's getting good.

This is good.

I just got off the phone

with the governor.

I thought so.

Looks like he's going to

be moving his charity

golf outing to next month.

Mhmm, yeah.

He thought you'd

like to know that.

[cackling]

B*tch.

[electrical noises]

[Gagging]

[disappointed sighs]

Gnarly, dude.

That was gnarly.

He's dead.

[Cheering]

Woo, alright!

Come on bro, I can't not get

in on the high five parade.

You know I love

high fives.

This concludes today's

festivities...

Well, that was fun.

So, let's get

something to eat.

What are you feeling?

I'm thinking barbecue?

Yeah, I kind of

lost my appetite.

I'm gonna go get some weed.

I'll see you in

a little bit.

[Moaning]

[corny jazz music]

d

Oh, would you move?

[moaning]

Oh, is it too much?

Oh yeah, oh yeah...

[moaning]

What the f***, Sandy?

That's it?

I haven't...

finished?

Yep, I got what I wanted.

And that's all you're ever

good for, and you know what?

You're not even

good for that.

You're useless.

You're a loser, just like that

deep-fried daddy of yours.

Oh, and T?

Finish yourself off.

And I'd get used to that.

We're done.

B*tch.

And T, you'd better

finish yourself off.

Choke on your popcorn,

you a**holes!

I need you to finish

it for me, Trent.

Finish my work!

Don't you feel it?

Avenge my death!

You're useless.

Just like your deep

fried daddy.

I did it and I'd do it again.

Let's get something to eat.

What are you feeling?

I'm thinking

barbecue.

[intense music]

d

[calm music playing on TV]

d

[heartbeat]

[peaceful music]

d

[Laughs]

Like what you see?

What is this place?

Oh, this is the

place of intrigue.

This is the place

of your dreams.

This is the place

to get away.

Am I still alive?

Were you ever?

[music]

d

Can you see me, Trent?

Can you see me?

Trent, are you there?

Trent?

Trent, wake up buddy?

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