The Human Centipede III (Final Sequence) Page #2

zombie c*nt.

Nobody insults me like that.

I'll stuff your baggy

homosexual shithole

with Cuban Cigars up to your throat!

Don't mess with Bill Boss!

I did everything I could,

I swear to God!

Please, Boss,

will you just listen to my idea?

Shut the f*** up!

F*** the sissy psychological

leadership bullshit!

My leadership balls

are atom bombs!

A 100 megatons each!

I'll teach him leadership!

I'll do what I wanted to do since ages!

Castrate them all!

No, it won't work

besides it's permanent!

Send the cockroaches to the yard!

But it's 120 degrees outside,

that's irresponsible!

Great.

Let the pork

roast!

Good morning, pigs!

Good to smell your acid stink again.

A prison is like a swine farm

and I'm your Almighty Lord

and swineherd.

My grandfather owned

a big one in Germany

He castrated thousands of pigs.

Why?

Because they have too much testosterone.

That's what makes 'em so aggressive.

You might wonder, why I'm telling you

this touching little story.

One of you lucky cock-suckers

will have the privilege

to experience first as a prototype

the transformation into a sissy eunuch.

Castration will return

all of you back into society

as sweet, harmless,

submissive p*ssy schnitzels.

And the winner is...

our awesome tattoo wasp!

Sister prisoner 297! Congrats!

Take him to the special cell.

Enjoy your sunbath!

Allahu Akbar! Allahu Akbar!

Yeah! Yeah!

Hey, warden, I like my men bald.

I think it's sexy.

Why don't you come over here

and suck my dick.

No worries!

As a child...

I've seen it a hundred times,

trust me.

Turn him around...

facing the wall!

No. Please. Don't!

You b*tch!

Bring these little f***ers to the cook!

I want 'em medium rare...

for lunch!

Have him stitched up!

Yeah!

Yeah, yeah!

I'm sorry, sir.

I can't do it with Dwight in the room.

Go ahead for Christ's sake!

Dwight...

is my pet.

Good.

Yeah. Yeah.

Come on. Swallow it!

I didn't get your a**hole of father

out of prison for nothin'!

Swallow it, b*tch! Swallow up!

God damn it!

Sir, could I please have

a candy for the taste?

- Help yourself!

- Don't, Daisy, don't.

Shut up!

Gross,

this is salty.

Back to work, office slut.

Where is my lunch? I'm f***in' hungry.

Here is your lunch, Mr. Boss.

Energy Food!

Daddy, I promise you nothing's wrong.

No. I've just been so busy.

I did talk to him about the hours.

He said that it's gonna get better.

Look...

we are positively in the papers.

"Craig Sinner executed

in George H. W. Bush

state prison at 1:00 A.M."

Did you get off last night?

Well, he called for Satan

before he died!

Putting the cockroach

gently to sleep with a sissy needle.

Is that the way

he killed the kid?

No!

Torture castration will be

the final solution.

No, it won't!

Why is this sh*t on my desk?

Please, please, please, Bill,

will you just listen to my idea?

Not when I'm eating my health food!

- What?

- Sir, prisoner 297 is about to wake up.

The moment...

of truth.

You white f***!

Crimson red, thoroughbred.

I'm still a red man, you f***er.

You white f***.

When I'm walking free,

I'm gonna stab in your eyes.

Time for the follow up as I promised.

Well, he's still a bit weak

from the incident

but we have given him some morphine

to manage the pain.

I personally castrated him.

Yes, we all are aware.

And tomorrow we'll start

a f***in' mass castration

doing them all!

Thanks, doc, for fixing everything.

I owe Mr. Boss big time.

This is the only hospital that will

let me work without my license.

You better believe it!

Glad you appreciate it.

Hey, man.

How do you feel?

Feel submissive. Even thankful, I bet.

You took them...

that's okay.

I don't need them.

When I get loose I'm gonna

find some barb wire

and I'm gonna f*** you

in the ass with it.

And then I'm gonna dig up

your German Nazi parents

and I'm gonna f***ing rape them too.

Sieg heil, motherf***er!

Yeah, I told you it wouldn't work.

Shut your filthy mouth!

I'm not getting a heartbeat.

- Resuscitate him. Quickly! Hurry up!

- I need a crash cart over here!

Alright, it's charging.

Alright, everybody, clear?

Shocking now.

Alright, charging. Shocking now!

I'll kill this creature twice!

I do not accept this heat!

I want you to watch these.

Oh, I've seen those.

They're really good.

Where have you been?

I'm gonna shoot all

the malignant cock sockets.

Then you.

And then myself.

What's the goddamn point of living

when even the castration program

doesn't work...

and I get fired?

Seriously?

It's also my job,

and my life on the line!

How dare you, ugly piece of mutant sh*t

talking to me like that?

I have been trying

to tell you for days now.

I have the answer to all our problems!

We've got to make a human

centipede of our prisoners.

Sewn ass to mouth

sharing one digestive system.

No more prison fights, no more assaults

on guards, no more disrespect.

They will literally be on their knees

begging for your mercy

and it's the ultimate deterrent

for those considering a career in crime.

It's brilliant!

We don't gotta to deal

with their sh*t no more.

They just gotta deal with each other's.

What?

That B movie sh*t?

- Impossible!

- No! It is possible.

That's why I let Daisy make an appointment

with Mr. Tom Six creator of these films.

He claims that it's 100%

medically accurate!

The man is still in his potty stage.

A poop infatuated toddler.

You call him now and tell him

I don't speak

with a stupid filmmaker

about his poop fetish!

Fine then, we'll get fired!

You...

are fired!

Right now!

You know, Bill Boss,

I used to look up to you.

I used to idol-worship you.

I worked 10 years for you

and I grew this stupid mustache

to look like you.

But I know what you are.

You're a sadistic, vile, a**hole.

Get out of my face.

You malignant midget!

I just saved your f***in' life!

I hate...

human beings!

Black, chicken slave n*ggers...

mother fisting, baby raping

Mexican lowlifes.

Me cago en la madre que te pario.

Circumcised, ugly Jewish goat f***ers.

Pubic hair bearded Islamic halal pigs.

Jesus f***in' bleached a**holes.

Impotent, yellow faced,

narrow eyed coons!

Guards?

Dwight!

How you all...

got out of your cells?

Go back to your cells, immediately.

I only follow orders.

I just try to do my job.

Please forgive me and let me go.

I will pardon all of you!

No!

I just let you go...

immediately, you can go.

Go.

Go!

See your f***...

See your loved ones.

I have a heart problem...

and diabetes mellitus!

Under stress

I could get a severe attack...

that would kill me!

Today is your day...

to be f***ed like the rest of us.

But I'm not gonna do you...

in your stinking ass.

I'm gonna cut me a fresh hole

in your soft kidney tissue.

Belly down!

Death rape!

Death rape! Death rape!

Sh*t, this sh*t feels good.

Death rape! Death rape!

You like that, daddy?

Don't move, here it comes!

- What?

- Sir, Mr. Tom Six is at the gate.

Send him in.

Dwight!

Didn't I fire you?

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