Office Uprising Page #8

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(shouting)

Mo:
Have a blessed day!

(snarls)

Desmond:
Battle mode!

(screaming)

Duck!

Hang on!

(panting)

Let's go. Let's go!

Okay. Hold these.

(grunting, panting)

- Yes. Hey, Mo! I got it.

- (thudding footsteps)

Desmond!

- (cackles)

- Sh*t.

(screams, grunts)

(cackles)

Mr. Brimble! Since you continue

to prove yourself incapable

of fitting in with Ammotech culture...

now you die.

Are you kidding me?

- Run!

- (Nusbaum cackles)

(gunfire continues)

Oh. Oh. Oh.

What the hell is he wearing?

(Nusbaum continues cackling)

Hey, Mo!

(gunfire continues)

Catch!

Get it to Sam.

No, you can't stay here!

If we both run, he'll catch us,

but not if I keep his ass busy.

And besides, it's my fault.

- Someone's got to take responsibility...

- No, no, no, you convinced me.

I'm going.

It's been an honor

sharing a cubicle with you.

You too, buddy.

(gunfire continues)

(Nusbaum continues cackling)

Hey, boss!

Mr. Brimble!

So glad to see you finally taking

some initiative today, Desmond.

It's almost a shame

that I have to kill you.

(grunts)

What's up, playa!

(coughing)

(grunts)

(laughing)

Look at this sh*t. You're just gonna

let me beat your ass to

death right now, aren't you?

(grunts)

Guess what? I can roll with that, bro.

Oh, ho, ho, ho, ho!

You want some more?

Oh, come here, I got something for you.

- (grunts, pants)

- (Mo coughing)

This is exhausting.

You want more? Okay, I got more.

I got more. More for you, right here.

(keys jingling)

- (Mo coughing)

- Welcome to America!

Land of the free, b*tch!

Come here!

- (grunts)

- (screams)

Marcus, because of your racism,

your thuggishness, and

your complete inability

to call me by the right f***ing name,

I hereby sentence you

to a lot of f***ing pain.

- (grunts)

- (screams)

Is that all you got?

(yelling)

That was my war-face, motherf***er!

(growling)

(roars)

Oh, looks like someone wants overtime.

I'll give you f***ing

overtime! Come on! Come on!

Huh?!

Nusbaum:
Over here, minions!

Hey, Nusbaum!

Guess who's been stealing

hundreds of dollars' worth

of company office supplies

since the day he started?

- (Nusbaum screaming)

- (gunfire)

(all snarling)

And in the past 16 months, I've done...

maybe six weeks' worth

of actual work. Tops.

You've been paying me mostly to

get high and work on my video game.

So, thank you.

(Nusbaum growls)

I guess it's time for my exit interview.

(gun clicks)

You've always been impeccably bad

at reading the instructions,

haven't you, Desmond?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

(gun powers on)

F*** instructions.

Bring it, Anusbaum!

(groaning)

Brimble, help me.

(both grunting)

Nusbaum:
No! No!

Not now!

Hello, Marcus. So good to see you.

Marcus:
Oh! Wait, wait.

Oh! I'm gonna tell my uncle! (sobbing)

Nusbaum:
Teamwork makes the dream work!

(screaming, crying)

(bones crunching)

(Nusbaum roars)

Nusbaum:
Sh*t!

Samantha! Sam!

- Are you okay now, or...

- No!

- Oh, sh*t!

- I'm just kidding, I'm fine.

Really. Mo gave me the antidote.

Should we get the f*** outta here?

That's funny, the noise you just made,

you were all like...

(Nusbaum roars)

Here, take this.

Yeah. Let's go.

- Spread the C

- 4 out. I'll blow it when he comes through.

Sam:
Mo, over here. Come on. Hurry up.

He's coming.

- Okay, come on. Come on.

- Sam:
Oh, sh*t.

(screaming)

Okay, come on. Let's go.

Sam:
Oh, sh*t.

I hate this guy.

Come out, come out, wherever you are.

There is no way out.

Desmond:
Mo, give me the triggers.

Hey, Nusbaum!

(beeping)

I quit.

(beeps)

Oh, sh*t. -Did either of you

put detonators into the C-4?

- Why doesn't anybody tell me these things?

- (gunfire)

Nusbaum:
Desmond!

- You fail to realize...

- Move!

that I...

am too big...

- Go! Go! Go! Go! Come on!

- ...to fail!

Sam:
Holy moley.

- F*** you.

- (Sam chuckles)

(all laughing)

- Oh!

- (explosions continue)

Well, you were finally

on time for something.

I finally had something

to be on time for.

Oh, don't.

Please don't.

Okay, that's happening.

- So I'm just gonna...

- (siren wailing in distance)

Oh, okay.

Okay, I... I-I'll just be back here,

throwing up in my hands.

(sirens wailing)

Don't make me wait another 15 years

before you do that again.

Deal.

And why did you show Mo

your video game and not me?

Because Mo's a nerd.

- I'm a nerd.

- Okay.

Check it out.

(video game beeping on phone)

- (chimes)

- (Desmond laughing)

- It's so...

- Silly.

You.

Mo:
Ah. Oh, that feels so good.

Oh! You guys have got to try this. Oh.

Ah, I met her on the boulevard

She had skin that she swore

to me just wouldn't scar

Said she was fly like carefree

And so I told her we should

link it up like Sharebee

Got it connected

and what I expected

It wasn't the message

and now it's getting hectic

I knew that she was lying

and underneath it all

I was dying to see

just what she was hiding

Ghost hunter, rum

runner, the one stunner

Met my match one kiss

I lost that summer

Every now and then

it make me wonder

If all the things she planned

just made me lose my lover

I summoned gods inside

to help the feelings reside

Say a little seance for

the others on the other side

And while my homies

say it's suicide

I play the Ouija

every time I'm with her

- Just to pass time

- She don't know that she's haunted

She don't know that I see

Come on, come on

Tells me that she sees monsters

And I pretend to agree

But she don't know

that she's haunted

I don't believe in haunted places

Only haunted people

with their backs

Against the pavement

And it takes

everything to face it

And every bone inside of me

To keep from trying to say sh*t

She's trying to make

me lose my patience

Outer exterior hiding

in lacerations

Same show different station

No matter where she go she

got the demons steady chasing

And rearranging

every piece of the maze

And trying to keep

it from changing

Whether or not she caves in

Baby seeing ghosts

like Demi Moore

But looks them over like

a kid up on a seesaw

I'm Ray Stantz trapping

ghosts with my shades on

You got demons well we all

can sing the same song

Underground it's

been dimmer there

Linda Blair hope that

you begin to hear

She don't know that she's haunted

She don't know that I see

Come on, come on

Tells me that she sees monsters

And I pretend to agree

Come on, come on

But she don't know

that she's haunted

She's haunted by her past

And I don't know why

She don't know she don't know, no

I let her walk on by

'Cause she doesn't know

She don't know that she's haunted

Ah, I met her on the boulevard

She had skin that she swore

to me just wouldn't scar

Said she was fly like carefree

And so I told her we should

link it up like Sharebee

Got it connected

and what I expected

It wasn't the message

and now it's getting hectic

I knew that she was lying

and underneath it all

I was dying to see

just what she was hiding

Ghost hunter, rum

runner the one stunner

Met my match one kiss

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