Cabin Fever Page #3

That was|my childhood playground.

Bert, you a**hole,|it's not funny.

Yes it is,|you f***ing slut.

Jeff?

What?

Tell them about|the happy bald guy.

- No, I can't take it.|- He gave us our shoes

and quarters for|the video games.

There was a room with|a pool table,

but my dad wouldn't|let us go there.

The bald guy was always happy,|always smiling.

But the killer|got him too.

When the cops searched|the place,

they found hacked off limbs|at the end of the bowling lanes.

The guy had bowled|people's organs.

Arms, legs, everything.

They found the bald guy's head|in the ball return.

- He was still smiling.|- Oh, no.

I knew you were full of sh*t!|You suck!

No! It was in the paper.|I swear!

I'm laughing because

Jeff is an a**hole|and he's making me laugh.

I swear...

I loved this place.|I still remember the sounds...

the cracking,|the bouncing.

The smell of the shoes,|the sound of the Q-Bert machine...

Holy sh*t!|What are you doing?!

- I'm cool.|- Are you spying on us?

- I'm cool.|- Is your dog friendly?

Yeah, he's cool.

This is Dr. Mambo.|Here, boy.

Come on, Dr. Mambo.

Is it "Dr." like a physician|or a professor?

Yeah, he's a professor...

of being a dog.|Oof! Faced!

Scratch-moded.

It's a positive bonfire.

Got room for one more?

Actually, we were having a private|conversation, if you don't mind.

That's cool.

I guess I'll smoke|all this weed by myself.

All:
No, no.|It's fine.

It's not that private.

Awesome.

Yeah, sit right here.

Bert:
I think he's gonna|f*** her.

Guy:
Awesome.

- Wait, so your name was...|- Justin...

- but you can call me "Grim."|- Grim.

Like Grimace?

"Grim" is my skating name.

I got it in Berkeley while|competing in the X-Games.

Really? Karen's going|to go to Berkeley.

Dude...

awesome.

I love Berkeley.|People there are so wacked.

I met these guys and they had me|f***ed up for five days straight.

They wouldn't let me drink|anything but beer.

Yeah, I've done that,|except I did it with JD.

Karen's got a great idea.

We should only drink beer|for the rest of the trip.

I could probably do that,|but I doubt you could.

I'll bet you. I can only drink|beer the rest of the trip.

If I drink anything else,|you can have the rest of my supply.

All right, you're on.|We only drink beer.

Bert:
You're on.

So, you're a skater?|Is that your occupation?

Oh, crap.

Party's over.

Hey Justin...|Grim...

you want to come inside?

I'd love to, but I left|all this sh*t outside my tent.

It's starting to rain,|if it gets f***ed up,

it's like $4,000 worth|of sh*t pissed away.

How far away is your tent?

- Cool. Bring the weed.|- I will.

Check you dudes later.|Come on, Dr. Mambo.

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