WTF! Page #4

Live a little!

I don't know.

Don't you wanna make this

a spring break to remember?

All right, children,

no photos or videos,

or I will end all of you!

I have no interest.

Yeah, this is weird.

I agree.

We're gonna pass!

- Oh, my God.

- Aw, boo!

- Come on!

- No!

I showed you mine!

Come on!

- Debbie Downer!

- Seriously!

Ugh!

- Oh, no!

- Bonnie, no!

I'm gonna check on her!

Bonnie, come on!

Bonnie!

Aw.

It's just you and me, boys.

Ooh...

Bonnie, I got this.

I promise, okay?

I'm gonna count to three, okay?

All right.

One, two, three.

Someone give me

a f***ing painkiller!

I got you, babe.

How did this happen?

What do you think happened,

Rachel?

Somebody put this there

to hurt me! F***!

You guys, should I seriously

go to the hospital right now?

Okay, the doctor

will see you now.

Obviously I need something

stronger than alcohol, Sam!

The f***...

It's a nail, Bonnie. I'm sure it was

just laying around or something.

I didn't see it there

when I went there earlier.

You guys,

should I literally go get,

like, a technical shot

or something?

F***.

Okay, really? Nothing?

God!

Good friends, guys.

F***ing a**holes.

- Technical shot?

Yeah, I don't know.

Anyone need a beer?

I'm good.

Hm.

Okay, guys. I

think I need some rest.

Sam, you comin'?

I'm not going anywhere.

Full house, baby!

F***!

He's such a sweetie.

I can see why you're with him.

Whatever.

I'm out of here.

There she goes,

killin' the vibe again.

Every f***ing time, dude.

You are so disgusting, Sam.

You are like

the centipedes here.

Ooh!

Yeah, but unlike the centipedes,

I'm not gonna crawl into your

mouth when you're sleeping...

Ew!

Unless you want me to.

That is so gross, you cockroach!

Okay, I need...

a shower every time

I hear your slimy voice.

Well, at least

you'll be really clean!

Need any company

for those showers?

Um, no!

God, why are my friends

such perverts?!

Nice.

Who's there?

Late Uncle Travis?

- Die motherf***er!

- Aah!

Oh, Jesus, Sam!

You scared the sh*t

outta me, man!

Why do you have that

stupid f***ing skeleton mask

anyway, man?!

Chill, mi amigo.

I've come for another cerveza.

What are you doin'

in here alone, anyways, bro?

You gettin' jerked off by

the ghost of your dead uncle?

Shut up!

Excuse me.

I'm commandeering Bongzilla.

What? No!

No!

Come here!

Hi. I'm going to

rip your skull out!

Nuh-uh.

Not if I slice you in half

with me my ultra razor,

motherf***er!

It's kinda cold here.

Ready to lose your skull?

Are you ready to see me in hell?

Sam, do you think

you could help me

with getting some firewood

from the storage closet?

I think it'll definitely

make this place warmer.

Uh, yeah.

I'll be right there.

Don't let that girl

get to you, Sammy.

She's Exorcist evil!

Ah!

If you'll excuse me.

F***.

- Whoa.

- It's kinda creepy down here.

- Hmm.

- Hmm.

Let there be light.

I guess there's no firewood

after all, huh?

Yeah...

You're so f***ing hot.

What the f*** am I doing?

Sh*t!

Is someone there?!

Bevan, if that's you,

I'm gonna f***ing kill you!

Come on!

Come on!

Die, motherf***er! Die!

Did you-did you hear that?

It sounds like someone else

is gettin' some.

Go, Bev.

Wait, wait, did you hear that?

- No!

- It sounded like it was Bonnie!

Dude! Dude!

We need to go help her!

- Just let me finish.

- No, really!

- Just let me finish!

- It's Bonnie!

We need to help her!

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

F***!

- What's wrong?!

He's dead.

He's f***ing dead!

- Who?!

- Jacob's uncle Travis?

Bevan. Bevan is dead.

Bevan is dead.

- What the f*** are you...

- Aah!

- Bevan is f***ing dead.

- What are you talking about?

No, no. We need to

get the f*** out of here.

Are you-are you sure?!

Are you sure he's dead?!

- Wait here!

- Did you check his pulse?

We need to leave

right now, Lisa.

W-we need to call the police.

Poor Bevan.

All he wanted to do was f*** me!

I should've just

let him f*** me.

I can't believe he's dead, Lisa.

F***ing call the police!

Has your phone worked

since we've been here?!

Mine hasn't!

Yeah, exactly!

I didn't think so!

Now, are you f***ing sure

that he's dead?!

Oh, my God.

Bevan! Rachel!

Jesus!

I heard a scream,

and I ran in here,

And there's-

there's just blood everywhere!

Come on, come on, come, on.

Let's go.

This is f***ed up.

Dude, what the f***?

What the hell is going on?

I don't know, man.

F***ing...

I think Bevin's playing, like,

some sort of f***ed up trick!

That's really f***ed up, man.

He wouldn't do that!

It's way too f***ed up!

Bonnie came out of the shower

and said that

she saw Bevan dead.

Did you see Bevan?

Bev man's dead?

Now would be a good time for

you to show yourself, Bevan!

We heard you

from the storage room!

Who were-who were you with

in the storage room?

We were just...

We were getting firewood

From the storage room.

Lisa and I.

Didn't you say

the firewood was outside?

Wait...

Wait, I told everyone

the firewood was outside.

You f***in' liar.

Whatever, man!

That's not important right now!

We need to figure out

what the hell is going on!

How are we supposed

to trust you?

You can't even

get your story straight!

What were you doing in there?

F***! As always, you're stoned

and paranoid,

and you can accuse me later,

but not now!

- What if I accuse you right now, then, huh?

- What the f***?

What, are you gonna slice

and dice us like you did Bevan?

- Relax!

- Stop it!

- What the f***'s going on?

- Stop it!

What's going on?

What's wrong with you, man?!

Where were you?!

I just f***ing told you!

I was in the storage closet!

What the f***

were you and Lisa doing

in my dead uncle's

storage closet?!

We were f***ing!

All right?!

F***!

All right?!

Look, babe.

I'm sorry, but, like...

You... go to hell.

You better back the f*** off.

- Thanks.

- Dude, that's f***ed up, man.

What the f***?

Rachel.

- Don't.

Guys, what happened?

Don't even look at me, whore!

All right, I get it.

Everybody hates me.

Fine. Whatever.

Hate me on the way home.

Can we just get the f***

out of here?

- Yes, please.

- Give me the keys.

Rachel, f*** these people.

I can't believe Sam would

cheat on me with Lisa...

You were right all along, Toby.

Look, just keep it together.

We'll be home soon and you'll

never have to see them again.

We're gonna die in here!

We're not gonna die!

F***! Why aren't you starting?!

Oh, my God, oh, my God!

We're gonna f***ing die here!

Chill out, Lisa!

Nobody else is dying!

F***ing try!

Just turn it harder!

F***!

Shut the f*** up!

Ugh!

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Yo, my steering wheel's f***ed!

Ours, too.

What the f***'s going on?

Hey, you guys.

What the hell are you doin'

out here?

Back the f*** up, old man!

What the hell are you

doing here, Old Man River?

I heard screamin'.

Are you guys okay?

Are you now, or have you ever

held a knife?

Well, of course I have.

I ain't got one right now...

You think you can just come here

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