The Alchemist Cookbook
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- 2016
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You don't want
to see this, Cas.
Shh.
Cas, run for it!
Cas, run for it!
Run for it.
Cas.
Cas!
Come on, come on.
Wait, stop.
Where are you?!
Yo, Sean.
Yo, open the door.
There's bees out here, nigga.
Open the door, man.
What up, gimp.
Damn, why you gotta
be so loud, man?
Just a warning knock, nigga.
Can't walk in while you
beating your dick on the floor,
no sh*t like that.
Ha, what up, Cas.
Cas, what up, homie?
What up, homie?
Hey, shh.
You can't be that
loud over here.
Man, chill,
paranoid motherf***er.
your ass out here, sh*t.
What's up, Cas?
What's up, Cas?
What's the deal, man?
Got your claws out for me, Bre?
Where's my stuff?
Nigga, you ain't even
gonna say what up first?
You ain't gonna check
my sh*t out, dog?
Look at that sh*t.
Huh?
I finally got it, dog.
It's mine.
Remember that sh*t?
No, where's my sh*t?
Cas remember.
You remember this Cas?
Remember my jacket, Cas?
Remember?
Remember when we
went to the club?
Come one, come on,
come on, come on.
What you wanna dance, nigga?
You wanna dance?
You wanna dance?
You wanna dance?
You wanna dance?
You wanna dance?
I knew you was a fag.
Come on, man.
I got that sh*t
parked on a hill.
Hey! Hey, man.
F***ing pay attention, dude.
Sh*t.
F***in' scary ass.
Get this sh*t, man.
Here.
F***in' stinky in here, man.
You need to open a f***in'
window or something, dog.
Did you get the gas?
Yes, nigga.
I know what the f***
I'm doing, all right.
I left that sh*t outside.
Want you blowing yourself
up in this f***ed up,
Bunsen burner of a f***in'
kitchen you got here.
I don't see my pills.
They in there, man.
Relax.
What the f*** going out
here in these swamps, man?
You finished your sh*t yet?
I'm close.
Sh*t.
Same sh*t.
I'm close.
I gotta huge ass dick, even
though I'm a bitchass,
punkass nigga.
Look, man. Trying to tell you,
you need to ahead and get you
a f***in' job, all right.
Then you can just go buy
you some of this sh*t.
You don't even have
a f***in' job, Cortez.
Nigga, yo mama ain't
got no f***in' job.
F*** you.
Nigga, f*** you.
Dude, where the batteries?
Brown box.
Got double A, got triple A, got
that weirdass nine volt sh*t
you was asking for.
Sh*t.
Batteries not included, my ass.
Oh, sh*t.
You got a shitload
of bills, nigga.
And these look like they from
the courthouse, too, man.
You owe these fools.
They coming for yo ass.
They want you in person, dog.
I don't want to
see any of that sh*t.
I don't owe them sh*t.
I think you do, Bre.
Why don't you go down
there and tell them,
they don't own me anymore.
Yeah, sure.
I'll tell them that
sh*t next week,
when I'm down there.
I'm sure they'll
be cool with it.
Dude, this is a toy.
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.
Dollar store always
got that cute sh*t.
What is this?
You know I don't have a freezer.
F***, man.
Thought I was being a
f***in' gentleman and sh*t,
when I bought that
piece of sh*t.
Oh wait.
This isn't right either.
F*** you talkin' about, nigga?
It's cat food.
Corkin's best?
Yeah.
Cats love that good sh*t.
It ain't for you.
No, he doesn't.
Nigga, he's a cat.
What the f*** he know?
He knows this is junk.
Man.
Look, I specifically
put curry brand.
In capital letters.
Give me that sh*t, dog.
Look at that.
Look at that sh*t.
Let me see that
sh*t, let me see.
Nigga, white tuna
in this b*tch, dog.
Is you trippin'?
This is the sh*t, man.
If cats don't like sh*t sh*t,
I'll eat this sh*t, dog.
You crazy.
Really?
Hell, yeah, nigga.
This sh*t gourmet.
Go ahead and eat it.
Go ahead.
I f***in' dare you.
You dare me?
I f***in' dare you.
Eat it.
Nigga, I'm 'bout
to chop on this sh*t
like f***in' mad Max, nigga.
Straight from the can.
You 'bout to miss out, dude.
Mm.
Sh*t.
I f***in' love tuna, dog.
Sh*t f***in' stinks.
Nigga, it smells
amazing to me.
Hurry up and eat that sh*t.
I'm 'bout to...
f***.
Mm.
Nigga.
Mm.
Oh, you know what, dog?
I forgot, I was supposed
to give you this sh*t,
right here.
You asked me to get these tapes.
I got this one right here.
F*** these tapes.
No, no.
I just want to, let me
give them to you now,
before I forget.
That's,
that sh*t just
dropped yesterday.
This right here...
man, whatever, whatever...
this that old sh*t.
But this the sh*t you
like to fag out on,
so you enjoy that
sh*t right there, dog.
Stop f***in' stallin'.
All right, all right.
Eat it.
All right, all right,
all right, all right.
Sh*t, chill.
Mm.
Mm-hmm.
Chunky, just like I like it.
The sh*t that got the crunchies.
You won't do it.
I'm 'bout to do
it, it's nothing.
You're not gonna do it,
that sh*t f***in' stinks.
It's nothin', nigga.
It's nothin'.
This ain't sh*t, dog.
What can I tell you?
It's nothing.
Mm.
Nasty motherf***er.
It's dry, dog.
It's just a little
dry, but it's good.
Mm-hmm.
Yeah.
Nigga, round two, nigga.
F***in' white tuna.
Round two, dog.
This ain't sh*t to me.
I'm 'bout to get the
big chunks goin'?
You want some?
Little p*ssy, dog.
F***in'...
White tuna.
F***in' idiot.
F***.
Nigga, mad Max a
motherfuckin' G, dog.
Sh*t.
Mm.
Got you something else.
Red Heat, nigga.
Yo, let's watch
this sh*t right now.
Get all f***ed up and
weird, watching Belushi
killing this sh*t, huh?
Then,
Raw Deal.
You ain't ever even
this good sh*t, huh?
I don't even have a TV.
Man, I told you.
I bought all the
good sh*t, all right.
I brought a TV, and,
I got a VCR in the
back of my car.
What?
I asked for candles, man.
Sh*t. Brown box, man.
F*** you need candles for?
So you can get romantic
with your cat and sh*t?
Did you get the
phosphate powder?
Nigga, yes, all right.
I got the good sh*t,
phosphate number 12.
littleass dishes too, so...
Damn, I needed soap.
Brown bag, man.
Sh*t, I ought to got your
'cause nigga you look
like a goddamn mustache,
hobo-face ass lookin'
ass, stinkin' nigga.
I still don't see my pills.
Yellow bag, man.
I don't see a f***in'
yellow bag here.
Man, sh*t.
Oh, sh*t.
Sh*t, what do you mean, sh*t?
You didn't bring 'em?
I thought I had it here.
I packed it with the
eggs in the yellow bag.
There are no eggs here.
I don't see a yellow bag.
Motherf***er.
Look, you gotta come
back with those today.
I need those.
Oh, hell Na.
That's an hour and
a half each way.
Look man, you already got
enough chemicals and bullshit
in your head anyway, all right?
Your brain is fried.
Cortez, I'm serious.
I need my f***in' pills.
Look, nigga.
You trippin'.
I'm out.
Peace, Cas.
F***!
I'm sorry.
Anyone home?
This one, right here.
This what I'm about to do.
I'm gonna talk to that demon!
Maybe tonight!
And I'm gonna give
him whatever he wants!
F*** you!
I'll give him my f***in' teeth!
I don't care!
I'll give him my
whole f***in' body!
I don't care!
Cas, it's Christmas.
Oh, wake up.
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