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No. I mean, you look good right now, too,

but check your Facebook.

What?

These are intense. Hold on.

- Did you give Jess permission?

- Jess! What the sh*t?

- Dude!

- Why would you post that?

This is the first time I'm seeing these.

- These are incredible.

- Oh, my God. It just came from your account.

- I've never seen these before.

- Jess!

These are amazing.

Val, I didn't know you were so much fun.

Oh, my God! A bong? Okay, seriously,

I'm friends with my mom on here.

- All right.

- Come on!

- Should I look at these? Is this worth a look?

- What the hell! Delete these!

- Jess, take these off. They're not good.

- Dude, I didn't...

- Delete them, Jess.

- I didn't do this, okay?

- I don't know why you're getting so pissed.

- You trashy little b*tch. Delete them.

Wait. Wait, did you just call me trashy?

- Are you serious?

- Yeah, Jess.

So, you're asking me for a f***ing favor,

to take down these photos

- that I didn't post in the first place...

- I'm asking for a favor? I'm asking for...

- You posted them.

- Yeah, I didn't f***ing do it, okay?

So you can be nice to me and I can

help you or you can suck my f***ing dick...

- ...f***ing party.

- ...and piss off.

Close your trashy little mouth for,

like, one second and listen to me.

I will beat your ass any goddamn day

if you come over here.

- I'm so sure. I'm so sure.

- Listen, we are not ghetto.

- No. Okay, how about this? Mitch...

- Blaire, really?

- Do you want me to f***ing delete them or not?

- Yes! Delete them now.

I'll come pick you girls up and we can go

fight outside of a Wendy's or something...

- Ken, not helping.

- Ken. Stop, you're not helping.

We can go to a Taco Bell parking lot

and you guys can slap-fight it out.

- I'll pick both of you up.

- Thank you, Jess.

You wish.

I am so wet right now.

- They're still here, Jess.

- It's, like, not working.

Why are you so quick to assume that

I posted these when I'm telling you...

- Who else would have?

- I've never f***ing seen these photos before.

Oh, my God! Shut up.

I try to hit delete, and it disappears.

I reload the page, it's still there.

I hit delete. I'm trying. I'm f***ing

trying to help you. Okay, Val?

You have a headache, Ken?

You have a headache?

- Okay, it looks like it's working.

- Thank you.

Okay.

Unbelievable that you would think

that would be fine.

Okay, they're gone.

- No, they're not.

- No. Adam po...

- You owe me a thank you.

- Adam! What the sh*t!

- What?

- You posted some now, too?

- Did you just copy and paste them?

- No. I didn't f***ing post anything.

You guys need to stop.

- I'm a b*tch, Jess?

- Chill out, Val.

Don't... you're doing

your nails right now.

- You're so innocent. I'm a b*tch? Really?

- Anger issues much?

Dude, I'm not even f***ing typing.

I don't know what to say.

- What is happening right now?

- What the f***? I've dated, like, two guys.

- I didn't type that.

- F*** you, okay?

- I didn't type that.

- Bullshit.

Hey... somebody let me know

when it's f***ing over.

I love that you think I'm a f***ing slut,

and your ass is drunk...

- I didn't type that!

- Girls, stop.

- Please.

- Okay, yeah, Blaire.

- Just take Jess' side. Of course.

- I love you girls so much. Let's be...

- Blaire, you're just gonna take Jess' side?

- No, I'm not on Jess' side.

- You just typed that.

- I don't think she should've put these... What?

- No, I didn't type anything!

- If you didn't type it, then who did?

Well, who the f*** is Billie?

- I told you I didn't post those photos, Val.

- Guys, who is this?

- I don't know.

- He was here the whole time?

Ken, you said it was just a glitch.

Well, the glitch just typed!

Brucer.

Dude, I bet this guy's

been here the whole time.

I do not know a Billie,

but he apparently hates Val.

This is Laura's account.

- Are you sure?

- I'm positive.

Not Laura Barns?

Yes, I'm still friends with her on here.

I never, like, deleted it.

Seriously?

Who is doing this?

Maybe it's Laura.

Ken.

Who hacks a dead girl?

- Maybe it's her brother or something.

- Why would he do that, Jess?

He was a weirdo.

Not that weird!

It's probably just,

like, a troll or something.

What is a troll?

An Internet troll? Like, someone

that just harasses people online.

They just wanna get reactions

out of people.

Can we hang up on him?

- No, I can't. I can't hang up on him.

- If we can't... Fine, I'll take care of him.

Hi, Billie, listen, sweetheart.

You're a f***ing a**hole, and if you

don't take these down right now,

I'll come over there and knock

the trash out of your ears!

Who the f*** is this guy?

Okay.

All right, let's stop f***ing around.

Everyone, hands up, right now.

Who's doing this?

- Not me.

- Adam, here we go.

I told you it wasn't me,

that's all I can say.

- All right, let's hang up on him.

- There's, like, no... there's no button.

- There is no button.

- What do you mean?

There's no button to hang up on him.

Guys, he's, like, sending me something.

Oh, my God! Where did you get this?

This is f***ed up, do you hear me?

- Val, what is it?

- Brucer, shut up!

- Calm down, Val.

- No, I can't calm down, this is messed up!

Val, I told you not to snapchat

your b*obs.

Oh, really?

Really? That's a threat.

Yeah, you know what?

Yes, a**hole, good news,

I'm calling the cops.

Congratulations, dipshit.

- I'm calling.

- Val, you don't need to call the cops.

- Just calm down.

- Yes, I do. I do need to call the cops.

Okay? It's a threat. Hi. Hi.

Listen, my name

is Valerie Rommel, I'm online

and there's some a**hole

making direct threats against me.

- Brucer! Yeah. Hold...

- Yep.

Ken, I swear to God, if I find out

this is you, I will burn you alive.

- You understand me?

- Are you f***ing kidding me?

Thanks for stopping by, Val.

Real nice lady, real nice chick.

She said she was gonna

burn me alive, dude.

- This isn't you, Jess?

- Jess, it's not you?

- No way. Not worth my time.

- She can't do a powerpoint presentation...

It's more... more than likely,

it's some girl that she's pissed off,

and she's getting f***ing scared,

and she f***ing deserves it.

I'm sorry. She takes a sh*t...

Should we take screen grabs

of the stuff that he was saying?

It's "Billie" with an I-E.

It's definitely a girl.

- It's kind of threatening, right?

- He's been listening this whole time.

- It's not letting me take a screen grab.

- Yeah, me neither.

- Let's just get out of here.

- Let's just hang up.

All right. I'll see you guys

tomorrow. Hey!

- Come over, Adam, and we'll go see...

- Kyle?

- We'll go across the tracks.

- All right, I'm down.

- Wait.

- What?

- I just got an email from him.

- What is it?

- This is Laura's email.

- What'd they say?

- It's a link.

- It's just a stupid troll, dude.

Obvious troll is obvious.

Just send it to Ken

so he can find out who it is.

Just forward it to me.

Let Ken, like, try to find

the IP address or something.

Okay, either I'm going crazy,

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