John Dies At The End Page #8

and he says,

"stay down, n*gger."

So I think I knew then

what I was doing this job for,

and in the years since...

what?

What, Wong?

They, uh...

they called you

the n-word?

Why on earth

would they do that?

What? Is that

some kind of joke?

Why are you laughing?

- Oh my God.

- Hey! Hey!

Hey, a**hole, answer me!

- Ow.

- What?!

I should have known.

Describe yourself to me,

Arnie... physically.

- Tell me what you look like.

- Oh, no no no no no no no.

You're f***ing with me.

'Cause to me

you're not black, Arnie.

To me you're a sloppy white guy

in a rumpled corduroy jacket

with a tape recorder.

You think there's

something in there, Arnie?

Come on, Arnie.

Open it. The sooner you do,

the sooner we can move on.

I'm sorry, Arnie.

I really am.

You did this to me.

You did this to me.

You killed me,

you son of a b*tch!

Look at your body, Arnie.

The one in the trunk, I mean.

You've been dead for days.

I think someone got wind

that you had contacted me

and they took you out.

I'm really sorry about that.

I'm not a f***ing ghost.

This is bullshit.

This is bullshit.

This is my fault, Arnie.

Not just you getting

killed and all,

but... but this...

this half-life ya got.

I did this.

I projected you.

It's the soy sauce. It's the

one thing it lets me do.

I'm thinking you got killed right

after we talked on the phone.

You know how when you talk

to someone on the phone

you sort of imagine what they

look like based on their voice?

Well, when you got killed,

you immediately assumed

the shape of what I...

this can't be.

I can't.

I don't accept it.

I got kids.

I got a vacation

coming up in june.

I'm going to Atlantic city.

I got tickets.

You're in

the denial stage right now.

This is all normal.

Shut the f*** up,

Wong! Now!

I refuse to believe

that I am only here because I

popped outta your imagina...

I'm sorry, Arnie.

I really am.

Ha! Ring it up!

- Ah.

- If you weren't counting every basket as 137 points,

then you'd be up two to one.

Was that there before?

I kinda see into it.

Yeah I can see people.

It's a hole

to another dimension, I bet.

- Wanna go through?

- Not really.

Mmm. After this point.

You just tossed our ball

into another universe.

- Yeah. My bad.

- So do I have to go get it?

No. This is a man's job.

Whoa!

Oh God. Here we go.

Hey, Dave.

Where you been, man?

I've been walking around

for like two hours.

Time must move different here.

I came right after you.

At least it's cooler here.

You!

Unstained!

How?!

I am sergeant Vance McElroy

of the human liberation army.

Prophecy has foretold the coming

of strangers from another world.

It is an honor to meet you.

I must confess I do not know

from where you came,

but I can tell

by looking at you

that you have not been infected

with the great disease.

I assume we share

a common enemy.

If you cannot defeat him, then all

hope for mankind will be lost.

Gentlemen, the winds of destiny

have blown us together.

A bright dawn is about to mark

this lost and broken world.

Tyranny will forever be

overcome with...yeah yeah yeah.

That's very interesting,

but to perform this task

we'll need a number

of items from our world.

So you must let us return there

and come back

to begin our quest.

It is good then.

We shall await your return.

But as you depart, know that

we of the HLA resistance

will always and forever

be in your debt,

for both of you mark

all that is good and promising.

And the fact that all good...

This is how I'm feeling

there is a painter

angel de woman

she clearly said "no"

he is listening

to everything I'm saying

feels like this Mountain

Dante finally

ran its stride

but the root of all that is

hidden in the middle

hidden for the fact

that it tore him apart

what about that smack being

tossed around

like cattle?

tossed around my mind

is official christening

I hear they're coming back

I hear they're coming back

I hear they're coming back

I hear they're coming back

a very important fact

is that he never left

so how can he come back?

This is how I'm feeling

there is a painter

angel de woman

she clearly said "no"

he is listening

to everything I'm saying

feels like this Mountain

Dante finally

ran its stride

but the root of all that is

hidden in the middle

hidden for the fact

that it tore him apart

what about that smack being

tossed around like cattle

tossed around my mind

is official christening

I hear they're coming back

I hear they're coming back

I hear they're coming back

I hear they're coming back

a very important fact

is that he never left

so how can he come back?

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