ThanksKilling Page #2
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weasel.
I told you, this is not cool for
you to scare us like this.
There sure are.
I'm getting wasted.
Because Kristen told me that I
could have a good time.
No, you're not.
Did you pay for that beer?
I don't think so.
Well, uh, since
there are only so many tents, do
you want to spend the night with
me, Johnny?
Gee, Kristen, I'd
love to.
just in case you got scared or
something.
I have a free spot in my
tent, too, Johnny.
Flashy?
Flashy?
Flashy!
Your dog had an accident.
What the hell?
What kind of accident?
Well, I took this here ax
and I ax-identally cut him.
Get it? Ax-ident.
Die, Turkey, you
demon!
So long, sucker.
I will get you,
Turkey!
I will get you if it's the last
thing I ever do, you son of a
b*tch!
Why, why?!
First my wife, now you, flashy!
Damn you, Turkey, damn you!!
It's getting late.
This was fun, guys,
but I think it's time to hit the
sack.
Then go to bed after
that.
Right, guys?
Yeah! I got it,
Billy.
That was a good one.
Sh*t!
I forgot to call my dad.
Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t.
I'll be right back, I don't have
service right here.
Be careful.
Yeah, and don't wander
off too far.
There might be an evil Turkey on
the loose.
Where have you been,
Kristen?
hours!
Sorry, daddy, our
car broke down and we decided to
camp out for the night.
I'll be back on the road first
thing tomorrow though, and I'm
totally fine, so don't worry.
Promise, punkin?
Punkin?
Yes, yes, I promise,
daddy.
I'll see you tomorrow.
We'll go to that banquet
together.
Be careful.
Love you, bye.
Love you, bye.
Okay, girl, get a
grip.
There is no such thing as an
evil Turkey.
There is no such thing as an
evil Turkey.
There's...
No such thing as an evil
Turkey.
Oh, wait, I lied.
Shut the f*** up!
You stupid b*tch!
I'm gonna drink your blood like
cranberry sauce, meanie.
Jesus, Kristen, what
happened to you?!
You were right,
Darren!
Your story was true.
There is an evil Turkey on the
loose!
Wow, Kristen.
You're, like, almost as dumb as
I am.
Yeah, it was just a
story, Kristen.
I doubt it's even true.
Shut up, you guys!
Where's the Turkey?
I don't know.
He was chasing me.
I don't know where he went.
Well, I don't see
anything.
Let's just go to bed.
Everything's gonna be okay.
You don't believe
me, do you?
I do believe you.
Look me in the eyes.
Do you believe me?
I...
Out of everybody
here, I thought you would
believe me!
Screw you, Johnny!
You can screw me,
Johnny.
Eeeee!
Whoa!
Oh, look, it's a baby
bunny.
Do you think he's okay?
I mean, he looks kind of funny,
doesn't he?
Yeah!
That's because his stomach got
gnawed open.
Look at all of his guts hanging
out.
This little baby bunny got its
stomach gnawed open by a beak.
Not just any beak...
A Turkey beak.
Fuckballs!
Maybe Kristen was right.
Look, guys.
Just calm the "f" down.
Jesus, we're in the woods.
This type of sh*t happens all
the time.
Let's just go to bed.
Yeah, demonic turkeys.
Gutted animals.
Yeah, let's sleep on it.
Great idea.
Well, I'm tired.
uh, goodnight, all.
So, looks like it's
just the two of us.
Don't even think about
it, Billy.
You can feel up your own b*obs
tonight.
Well, what about
tomorrow?
Good night.
Who the hell are you?
You can just call me
your guardian angel, kid.
That damn Turkey come along last
night and was ready to peck your
heart out.
You're crazy!
Am I?
Then what's them Turkey
droppings doing on your chest,
son?
Oh, gross.
Oh, god.
See, I told you.
That goddamn Turkey was out here
last night, killed my precious
dog, flashy.
I think he's out to get all of
us.
Who the hell is this
creepster?
Buzz off, old man.
Trust me, kid.
I'll take care of that goddamn
Turkey.
You all right?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Can we just get the girls up and
get going?
Heebie-jeebies.
Yeah, that's good.
Look who's scared now.
Billy! Hurry up!
So, what did that old fart have
to say to you anyway, Billy?
Oh, nothing.
Right.
Turkey?
No.
Okay, yeah.
So I believe what Kristen said.
Big f***ing deal.
Can we just shut up about it?
Oh, my.
Wait, wait, so you actually
believe that there is a real
killer Turkey on the loose?
What a loser, god!
Well, I know it sounds
crazy, but, yeah.
I woke up with Turkey deuce all
over me.
me, but that old hermit saved
me.
You're a freak, Billy.
A freak!
But I believe your story.
I'm not gonna say
anything.
Wow.
I didn't think that my story
would have this much of an
effect on you guys.
I mean, you're the cool kids,
right?
Whatever.
Can we just go back, enjoy our
families and have a nice
Thanksgiving break?
Can we just do that? Okay?
Sure, sure.
Good.
God.
You guys and your damn Turkey
stories.
Johnny, I'm sorry
about the things I said last
night.
I guess I was just a little
beaked out... I mean, freaked
out, you know?
No need to apologize,
gorgeous.
Oldsmobile
He loves his dear little
girl
She is the queen of his gas
machine
She has his heart in a whirl
now when they go for a...
Ass, gas, or grass?
Well, I'm out of gas.
Guess I'll take ass.
Mm-hmm.
Now that's what I call a tight
ass.
Yeah.
No. It's not for you.
Or anyone else, for that matter.
Please mister, please.
I have a daughter.
Call her.
Okay.
To the church, we'll
swiftly steal
peal
Hi, honey.
It's daddy.
Ha!
Yeah, sweetie, I'll be home
real soon.
kiss and tell her that...
they love to spark in the
dark old park
As they go flying along
Thanks for driving me,
Johnny.
I really appreciate it.
sometime.
I'd love to hang out with you.
Looks like someone is trying to
get with you, Johnny.
Haven't you noticed?
She tries that with everyone.
It's like her legs are harder to
shut than the Jonbenet Ramsey
case.
Oh, sh*t! Dang!
Damn, that was good.
Bye, guys.
Sh*t, that was good!
Yeah it was, man.
That was a good one.
Oh, god.
Oh, f***.
Oh, Johnny.
I was worried sick!
Mom, mom, I'm
fine.
I'm okay. I'm here now.
That's all that matters.
Now, come on.
Let's go say hi to your father.
Ma, you know me and
papa don't talk anymore.
Ever since I got put as
second-string quarterback, he
hasn't even wanted to talk to
me.
Johnny, that was two whole
weeks ago.
I'm sure he's over it.
If you say so, ma.
If you say so.
Hey, pops.
Hey. Long time no see.
How are you?
I'm good.
Um, yourself?
Please, bill, he's our son.
I'm gonna just lie
to him.
No, Johnny, no. Please.
Pops, I have some
great news.
Yeah?
I-I did it.
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