Prank Page #7

Couldn't see

right from wrong,

friends from enemies,

now I can.

Thank you.

I'm still your friend.

Do you want me

to prove it to you?

Prove you have some decency

and leave me the f*** alone.

Execution.

Every prank must be

executed to the very end.

The very end.

Right, Connor?

Guys, you made it.

So good of you to come.

Chunk, great to see you.

What're you doing?

Come on in.

You guys want anything?

My dad's on quote unquote

business again,

so beers all around.

It's been 2 months, Jordan.

I know.

I know, way too long.

Since the prank.

Yeah, man.

Why are you

still wearing that?

Okay, this is

kind of embarrassing.

I had to wait until

my dad was out of town

and I needed

time to reconfigure,

you know...

God, guys, has it

really been that long?

Let me show you.

Here you go,

talented camera-woman

and the smartest guy

in the room, huh?

Let's go.

Okay.

Don't laugh, all right?

Chunk.

Dang.

I know, I know.

I messed up.

Here.

Watch.

See?

I'm not an idea guy.

I'm not a genius

like you, Connor.

I told you

he was emotional.

This is another prank.

I know.

Us, right?

Or them?

Neither.

Well, what is this?

This is rape, rape, rape!

Remember Barnes?

These two are

mutually exclusive now.

Did you know that?

That's why they're here,

to celebrate.

And here they are after

I offered them

both a huge gift.

Not like she kept

the last one.

Not like

she didn't pawn it off

at Chunk's aunt's

pawn shop or anything.

Right, sweetie? Huh?

You told him?

Not me, man.

I knew it was bad news.

Not this bad.

Do you have

something then?

'Cause they're the gift.

For you, Connor.

Emotional compensation,

right?

We're done with

this childish buffoonery.

Let's go.

No, wait,

wait, wait, wait.

One.

Dang.

Oh, my God.

Chunk, frame it up.

Frame it up.

Chunk.

Connor?

Banish the evil

from among them.

The rest of the people

will hear about this

and be afraid

and never again...

Oh!

Connor, don't!

This is not what

you wanted, right?

This isn't our fault, right?

We're innocent, right?

Right?

Focused?

This is not a confession.

This isn't,

he said she's dead.

This is the truth.

We're not murderers.

We're not monsters.

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