Spun Page #5

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He needs a doctor."

- I wish I could sleep forever, man.

- I wish. I wish.

You know, I've seen some crystals

do some pretty trippy sh*t, man.

Really?

I was out with one of my girlfriends

once in Vegas...

Amy.

And we were hanging out,

and we picked this guy up.

I think he was a Mexican.

I wish I was black.

And we both f***ed him.

Amy.

Anyways...

...she got crabs really bad.

And I was wearing this crystal around my

neck all night long, and I never got them.

- Magic crystals.

- Amy.

No, Nikki, Nikki.

What happened was...

...that your friend f***ed him first,

and the crabs jumped onto her bush...

...before they got a chance to get

onto yours. That's what happened.

You got lucky you got sloppy seconds.

There's no such thing as

magic-crystal-hippie-crap bullshit.

Ross?

Ross?

Did you ever get crabs, Ross?

Amy.

Amy.

- I'll miss you.

- I'll miss you.

- Wait, wait, wait.

- What?

- Just... One... Wait.

- Okay.

- Ross, I'm ready.

- I gotta make a phone call.

Spider, do you think I can make

a phone call, use your phone?

There's no phone. No phones, man.

We don't have a phone. Doesn't work.

- Okay.

- Come here, you.

Oh, God.

Boy, I'm really hammered.

- I'll see you soon.

- See you real soon.

- Take good care of her, okay?

- I will. Definitely.

I don't know, guys. This...

It looks really obvious.

This thing pokes out right here

and everything. I don't...

They're gonna notice something.

Hey, Frisbee, don't worry.

Cookie, I'll call you.

Weetis. I love it.

- Thank you.

- Yeah, you too, man.

- Great.

- I hope he's okay.

All you gotta do

is keep your clothes on.

I mean, we're working

together on this. All right?

It's fine, pal.

Hey, hey. Hold on. Hold on.

We got two suspects

leaving the premises.

Hey, Frisbee...

...is that Spider Mike

and what is it, Cookie?

That?

No, no. I don't know them.

I mean, I don't know who they are.

- You wouldn't tell us a story, would you?

- No, no, no, no.

It's okay. I'm not lying.

No, I don't...

- lf you lie, you lose.

- Yeah. If you lie, pal, it's game over.

I don't know those people.

I don't know who they are.

Get the license plate.

They just took off.

No, you don't need to get the license

plate. It's all right. It's okay.

Frisbee, all you f***ing gotta do

is keep your clothes on...

...and everything is gonna be just fine.

You just go in there like

nothing's changed, you hang out...

...you make a buy, you just walk out.

It's easy as that, chief.

No. You don't know Spider. He's...

- F***! This isn't gonna work!

- Give me your hand.

Give me your hand.

Chill. Just chill. Yeah.

- You feel that?

- Yeah.

That's power.

- We got your back.

- You're doing the right thing.

We're proud of you.

You're not gonna try

to take a dump now, are you?

I feel like I can finally go.

It's been so long

since I've taken a dump.

Jesus Christ, come on!

Come on, I haven't been this hard

in a long time. Come on!

F***er.

Hello?

- Hello?

- Yeah, hello.

Yeah.

Can you just help me come

really fast?

What? You want me

to put something on?

All right.

Let me see what I got here.

Yeah, I think I got something.

I got something perfect.

I got something that's gonna be clean

and practical. You're gonna like this.

Jesus Christ, come on!

Put your mouth on it.

I'm gonna put my man-glaze

all over your f***in tits.

- What is he doing? Jesus!

- You guys can hear me, right?

Can I hear you back?

I can't hear anything.

Don't look at the car all the time.

Just go in.

- Oh, Christ!

- Jesus! What the f*** is he doing, man?

I'm okay.

Oh, yeah. Come on, lick my ass.

Come on.

Oh, f***.

God!

Baby, come on.

Come on, don't be mad.

- You've got me so wet.

- Yeah, come on, baby.

Come on, baby.

Come on, open up the door!

I'll let you lick me where I pee.

Oh, yeah, do it.

I'm gonna f*** the sh*t

out of you, yeah.

- Oh, f***!

- Who are you talking to?

Oh, goddamn!

Oh, you're so f***ing tight.

- Are you on the phone?

- Oh, sh*t!

What the f*** is he doing?

Oh, yeah. Come on, take it, baby!

What the hell is he doing?

Quit looking at us.

Open the f***ing door!

You can hear me? Yeah?

- Is he stupid?

- Yeah.

I'm going to knock.

I can't do this.

Get inside the house!

Okay. Okay.

Is Spider here?

Come in.

- Come on.

- I'm in.

F*** me. F*** me. F*** me.

How you doing, Frisbee?

Come on.

Sit right down. Sit down.

- Oh, you look so good!

- I do?

- Sh*t! F***! I'm coming!

- Come for me, baby.

Yeah, baby. F***, I'm gonna come.

- Come on, f*** me! Come on.

- What the hell are you doing?

- Come on, do it to me. Do it to me.

- Come on, say my name!

Come on, say my name. Yeah!

- Yeah, yeah.

- No, no, no. I...

- I was... I should see Spider.

- Frisbee?

Hello?

He's f***ing this up. Come on!

You step away from her.

Don't I turn you on, huh?

- Come on, take me. Yeah!

- Cookie! What the f***?

No. I'm going to...

I should talk to Spider.

What the f*** is that?

- It's nothing.

- God, he's f***ed!

- God!

- What's wrong with your piece? Relax.

What the f*** is that?

What the f***? Michael!

- What the f***?

- Hello?

- It's my new Walkman.

- What is that?

- It's just my new Walkman.

- F***!

- You cheating little sh*t!

- Hello?

Where are the cops, Frisbee?

Trying to steal my girlfriend?

Is that what you're trying to do?

Michael! What the f***

are you wearing?

- Shut up!

- Help!

- Get the f*** in here!

- You got a wire on you, man?

You bringing the cops here?

This is where we go in!

- All right, I just...

- Hold on.

The f***...

- What the f*** was that?

- What the f*** is that?

Oh, my God, it's the cops!

They're coming!

- How can you do this to us, man?

- Put the f***ing gun down, man.

Move your hand from your f***ing balls.

I'm gonna shoot one ball!

I'm gonna take one of your balls.

Let me get one. Come on!

No! Put the gun down, man!

Let me get one of your balls!

Come on!

Holy sh*t!

Sh*t! That's gotta hurt, man!

Freeze! Don't f***ing move!

I didn't shoot him.

I didn't shoot him.

God!

Shut your mouth,

and keep your hands in the air.

- What the f*** are you wearing, man?

- You f***ing shot me!

- Now, that's gotta hurt.

- F***!

I hope you die, you f***!

You shut the f*** up!

I'm sorry.

Hey, honey, you're back for me,

aren't you?

F*** you, p*ssy boy.

F***ing a**hole!

Come on, man, let me put

my clothes on. Come on, you f***.

F*** your cornholio good,

you f***ing scummy a**hole!

I'm gonna f***ing die!

Okay, yeah, right, no.

I just got word.

There's a hotel room of the Las Palmas,

it's up in flames.

They got the perp at a porno shop.

I can't feel my legs!

Who the f*** is that freak

down at the Las Palmas Motel?

I'm cold, man.

I'm talking to you. Who the f***

is that freak down at the motel?

- I don't f***ing know.

- Take your f***ing hands off me!

All right, cover me.

Hey, I love you, man.

F***ing pigs!

I'm so burned...

...I can't close my eyes.

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