Massacre on Aisle 12 Page #6

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I'm just gonna slip out of

here if that's okay with you.

Jack not so fast.

You see if you leave.

You trip the alarms.

And if you trip the

alarms the cops come.

And if the cops come,

they take us all to jail.

And you can't go

interfering with everybody's

god given rights to stay

and kill each other.

You know you're

f***ed up, right Jack.

You almost killed Otto. You shot

him with a f***in' cross bow.

Yeah, I am totes embarrassed

by that whole thing. Is he mad

he's f***in' dead.

Oh you didn't do

it. You didn't do it.

Uh, somebody else did.

They shot him right

in the face with a gun.

Thank god.

I came around the corner though

and I thought heard somethin'

uh call me a cock suckin'-

Dave, you think about it.

Your odds of being the one that

survives are pretty good.

You know with Pharms out of the

way, who's your competition?

Black Jack?

Dave well there's Mr. Kipper.

He's the one who has a gun.

What about you?

Me?

I was never much of a

competitor in anything.

Especially in school I was

always the last one picked.

First one eliminated.

Especially in duck duck goose.

Besides, in this condition I

probably won't last very long.

Either way, let's not tell the

rest of the group I'm alive.

Let's mix it up a little bit.

How do you know I won't?

Oh...

Jack you b*tch!

Mr. Kipper

Dave?

Dave...

No sleeping on the job.

Dave

Mr. Kipper?

Mr. Kipper

you took quite a pounding.

I had to do the Heimlich

finally got that measurement.

Dave what the f***?

Dave holy sh*t!

Black Jack hey what

took you so long?

Dave well since the guy from

the tool department is dead.

I had to grab this myself.

Where's Tara? Tara here.

Dave are you okay?

Tara yeah?

Black Jack what the f***

you mean is she okay.

What you think I

raped the girl or somethin?

How bout I rape

your little pretty ass?

You next. Get in line. Touch

your toes motherf***er.

Relax. I didn't say

anything about rape alright.

Black Jack I'll relax

when we get this money.

So what you gonna do, stand

there lookin' the f*** stupid?

Or you tryin' to

smash the door in?

Let's go son!

That wasn't a request.

Smash the f***in' door in!

Dave he's not in here.

Tara what the f***!

Dave he's in the ventilation.

Black Jack

Kipper. What you doin?

You think you're

Bruce f***in' Willis?

Mr. Kipper you're a sailer

on my tight little ship.

He's got the money.

We should go after him.

Uh, I'm not going in there.

Yeah me neither.

We need to find out

where this thing leads to.

Is this where we find out one of

our coworkers has a secret past?

Something like that.

Otto Daniels Frink.

The maintenance guy?

What does it say?

Why would you make a

good Mr. Beavers employee?

Honorable discharge, united

states naval intelligence.

Distinguished service.

Undercover operations.

Freedom medal...

Applying for sales associate.

I just put down good with people

I left mine blank.

So what does this mean.

It means that he could be

involved with the dead body.

I don't know like

a military thing.

Hey, look!

Let me see that.

What does it say?

He knew I was undercover.

How do you know that?

Kipper, a methodical genius?

No way.

Think about it for

a second guys.

Alright, he kills Otto

first chance he gets.

Shoots him because he knows. He

knows that Otto is a threat.

Let's go get this mother f***er.

Dave hey I've been

meaning to ask you guys.

How come no body

else wears their uniforms.

Tara what? We don't

get uniforms here.

Dave Mr. Kipper measured me for

a shirt and pair of pants,

and he was very specific

on the measurements.

Tara look!

Dave the vent goes three ways.

Black Jack well let's split up.

Tara uh, I don't think so.

Dave why not?

Tara well, what do I

do if I find him?

Tara he has a gun.

Dave

I don't know. Yell.

Hope he doesn't shoot

you before we get there.

Black Jack wait here.

Take this.

Tara oh.

Black Jack and try not to blow it.

If you know what I mean.

Otto help me cock sucker!

Otto

oh! F***! F***!

Black Jack Otto!

Otto he's dead.

Black Jack that's why you

don't scare black people man.

Hiya!

Otto oh!

Otto what the f*** I ever

do to you cock sucker?

Tara sh*t!

Mr. Kipper?

Tara guys!

Dave what's in there?

Black Jack the money room.

And probably Kipper.

Black Jack

wait I wouldn't do that!

Dave

owe! Sh*t!

Black Jack

now who ain't listening? Stupid!

Tara well, uh, at least

he can't get out.

Black Jack and we can't get in.

We have to go through the vents.

Dave I have an idea.

Tara

Mr. Kipper?

If you're in there.

You should just come out.

Please...

Tara are you okay?

Black Jack yeah why?

Tara you look like you

just saw a ghost.

Dave who's afraid of goats?

Black Jack

I ain't afraid of no goats.

Tara ghost. I said ghost.

Uh. Never mind.

Black Jack I see where you're

goin with that. I really like it.

Dave we should go upstairs. He'll

come out and when he does,

it'll be up there.

Keep spraying with these foggers

till this cockroach comes out.

black Jack

we'll wait here. Surprise him.

Dave

hey, let me ask you somethin'.

You ever stab someone?

You ever stab someone

so what are you gonna'

do with all this money?

Sh*t! I'm going to

buy some rims,

pay down that

damn child support.

Seriously?

F*** no! Racist mother f***er.

I ain't got no damn kids.

I don't even have a f***in' car.

I ain't waistin' money on some

stupid ass rims!

How am I racist? You're

the one that said it.

You was thinkin'

it mother f***er!

Sh*t! All you white

people are the same.

But I am worried

about somethin' though.

What's that?

You.

Me?

You're the one

holdin' this all together.

You're the star here

to you we're

just supportin' cast.

And you're the hero.

That's not true.

You barely even know my name.

No I know your name.

You're black Jack

my name is Jackson Porter b*tch.

And why would you even want

to split the money with us?

Because we all had a deal.

Did we shake hands?

Did we sign a contract?

Every time I turn around I'm

gettin' shafted by the company.

Undercover here. Miss my life

there. And for what?

Where's my reward?

At the end of the day

I'm just another brother

gettin' shafted by the man

but not anymore.

The way I see it.

It's every man for himself.

Dave Kipper!

Kipper

I know you're out there Dave.

You almost shot me

just now Mr. Kipper.

Yes. I know you moved though.

Sorry about that.

Mr. Kipper oh no sweat kiddo.

I'll aim better next time.

So where is everyone?

Black Jack's out

here. He's dead.

He is?

Did I kill him?

Nope, that was me.

Mr. Kipper

oh...

I see you found

out his secret identity.

And Tara?

She's down stairs.

Spraying the foggers.

I assumed it was her.

Actually that was my idea.

Mr. Kipper very good one.

It worked perfectly.

You wold have been a real

asset to my staff Dave.

Dave what are you doing?

I was just trying to see

if I could shoot

you through the wall.

Oh. Lucky me.

You know Dave. You should just

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