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telling Malik.

We owe it to him.

Are you even sure it's mine?

- Malik and I haven't...

- Haven't what?

It's been a while.

F***!

He's my f***ing...

He's my f***ing best friend.

And he's my fianc.

Adam, I am pregnant...

and you're the father.

Just cover your f***ing camera.

Do you think

I wanted this to happen?

Hey, hey, come on, come on.

Listen.

We can go see someone,

fix this, no one's hurt.

- What the f***?

- What? What?

F*** you!

I don't need you.

I'll tell Malik myself.

And whether or not I keep this,

and whether or not he walks,

I still don't f***ing need you!

What?

You heard me.

Fine.

Decision made.

F*** me, f*** you, f*** him.

God damn it.

Oh, sh*t! Jesus!

What the f***?

F*** it!

What the f***?

Sir, what the f***?

Sir...

Wait, wait, wait,

hold on, hold on.

Hold on, man.

Oh, no. What?

Hey!

Stop! Stop!

Oh, f***. F***!

Amen.

No, no, no, no!

Hey!

F***!

Holy sh*t!

- Oh, f***!

- Help me!

Sh*t!

Adam, run.

Go find her!

Go!

I'm sorry, man.

Whoa.

What...

The f***.

Oh, sh*t.

F***!

Oh, f***!

- Lena!

- Adam!

F*** you, b*tch!

F***.

Lena, calm down.

I'm here, I'm here.

- Come on.

- Aah! Aah!

Get it the f*** out of me!

Get it... out of me!

Aah!

Oh...

Oh, sh*t.

What the...

Joni!

Oh, f***!

No! Joni!

Oh, Jesus!

Get the f***...

Go!

Oh, f***!

Oh!

Oh, sh*t!

F***.

Oh, f***.

Come on!

God, help me! Come on!

Oh, sh*t!

Oh, f***!

F***! F***!

F***!

F***.

Oh, f***. Oh, f***.

Come on, come on, come on,

come on, come on.

Papa.

Hey, baby, so I got you both

aspirin and ibuprofen,

Because I figured...

Oh, no.

Help!

Somebody help me!

Why did you do this?

Come taste the flesh.

Of our slaughtered beast,

earth creature.

Yeah, so we can eat your body

and collect your skin suit.

Aha! You fell for our trap,

earth fool.

Now you will be

our delicious murder.

Quick, put him

in my digestive container.

So I can feed off

of his life juice.

What the f***?

Put that dog down, rattlebox.

You keep feeding him raw

hot dogs, he's gonna get sick.

I don't want to be the one

pulling tapeworms.

Our of our dog's behind.

- Oh, tank.

- Ass worms.

- Are you guys filming this?

- Affirmative.

Good. Then we got it on tape

you got your chores.

- What about Jenn?

- No.

She's got an exam to study for,

And I want you two

to leave her alone.

You know in 20 minutes, Zack's

gonna roll up in here, right?

Guys, look after tank.

Okay?

Your mother loves you.

Good job, tank.

Good buddy.

- Right on time.

- Where's Jenn?

- She's in her room studying.

- What? I can't hear you.

She's in her f***ing room.

I can't f***in' hear

over this radio.

What the hell?

- You say she was in her room?

- Yeah.

Oh, perfect.

What the f***, Gary?

What the hell took you guys

so long?

We f***in' lost

our baseball game.

- 'Cause you guys suck.

- You suck.

So what's up for today?

Oh, yeah.

We got some sh*t planned.

My sister and all her friends

are out back. Let's go.

Let's make it rain!

- Your sister's friend hot?

- Yes.

Hey, who wants some

of daddy's beer?

Your sister's gonna be

so pissed.

Yeah, she's probably gonna

sh*t out her vag.

Gross.

Hey, randy, are you ready

to get your sister wet?

F*** off, dude.

Don't film my dick.

Ready, aim, fire!

Oh, my god!

- Oh, my god!

- Yeah!

- Get drenched!

- Oh! Seriously!

Get out of here!

Go, you f***ing twerps!

F***ers!

I'm gonna break your backs,

you little shits!

Take my hot love, loverboy.

Oh, f***! F***!

Son of a b*tches!

Stop!

- F*** you! Aah!

- Hilarious!

- See you tomorrow.

- Get the f*** back here!

Get me out

of this f***ing cage!

See you later, Biatch.

Whoa! Come back here,

you b*tch!

Holy sh*t, your sister's hot.

F*** off, so is your mom.

Danny, what are you doing?

Are they actually doing it?

They are, I bet you.

Holy crap, they are doing it.

Let's ruin their f***in' party.

All right, hit it.

Yeah!

Get out, randy!

Babies making babies!

Babies making babies!

Oh, f***! Get out, randy!

Get out!

- Babies making babies!

- Gary!

- Whoa.

- That is it!

I'm gonna f***ing

rip your d*cks off!

Turn off the light!

- Go, go, go!

- Get back here!

Oh, my god, that was so lame.

Turn off the light,

turn off the light.

I tasted your piss,

Now I'm gonna taste

your f***ing blood!

Do you guys see that?

What the f*** is that?

I don't know.

It kinda looks like a gravity...

Give me that f***ing camera!

Let him the f*** go,

you piece of sh*t!

Are you f***ing kidding me,

randy?

- You want to fight right now?

- F*** off, randy!

Why are you such an a**hole?

I didn't have a shirt on!

Calm down,

it's not even a big deal.

Are you serious?

You were supposed to be

studying, not slam hogging.

Oh, shut it, Gary, and if I

can't f***ing erase this film,

I'm gonna f***ing smash

this camera.

You're bunch

of f***ing faggots.

You can suck my dick.

I don't want to!

Put it down.

Put it back.

This is it.

I f***ing got you now,

You piece of sh*t.

- What the f***?

- What is it?

- What's he doing?

- Oh, f***!

- He's f***ing spankin' it.

- He's what?

- He's stretching his dick.

- Oh, my god.

- He's jerking off.

- Oh, god.

- This is it.

- That's disgusting.

No, this is it, Jenn.

This is it.

This is how we get

that f***er back.

Stay still, tank.

Is this how they do it?

Yeah, yeah, I think...

I think it's good.

Just, we got to get in there.

Before he lubes up

that sleeping bag.

So disgusting.

Come on, it's good.

Let's just do this.

- Come on.

- Okay.

Help me get him down.

Go see randy.

Tank, go, get out of here.

Oh, f***!

Tank, come back!

Well, if it isn't randy handy

the f***ing hand job.

Caught you sticky-Handed,

you little come-Dick.

- "Come-Dick."

- Jenn, you'll ruin my life.

- Please give me the camera.

- Yeah, right.

I'm putting this

all over the internet.

- What's going on in here?

- Oh, nothing.

We just caught your friend

milking his dick in here.

You were coming

while we were sleeping?

F*** you and f*** you!

- Holy sh*t.

- What was that?

What's going on?

There's someone at your door.

Where does your dad keep

his gun?

In the closet.

Oh, my god.

Oh, my god.

Please tell me this is

you guys.

- No, it's f***ing not.

- Shh!

Yeah, there's some people

in front of our house.

They just cut the power.

Highway 103, 1967.

Okay, hurry.

Stop playing around!

Show your faces

before I blow 'em off!

Zack!

Zack! Sh*t!

Give me that strobe light, Gary.

Zack!

Oh, god. Oh, god.

I think I want to go home.

- Did you guys hear that?

- Yeah, I do.

Jenn, did you hear that?

Hear what?

Gary!

Aah! Aah!

Help! Help me!

Jenn, help! Help!

Jenn, help!

Help, Jenn, help!

Help! Help!

Gary! Gary!

- Do you see him?

- I can't see anything.

Come here, tank.

Hey, boy. Oh, good boy.

Randy, help me.

I think I need to go

to the hospital.

Listen, you're fine.

Just don't look at it.

- Okay.

- Come on, tank.

- You need to carry tank.

- Come on.

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