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after the earthquake

created surface fissures

and several newly

formed pockets of this,

as yet to be

determined discharge.

Excuse me, but if this

stuff is of an unknown origin,

shouldn't we be issued

some kind of hazmat gear?

(LAUGHING)

Hazmat gear?

This f***in' guy.

[MIKE] Yeah, it's actually

gear that protects you

from hazardous materials.

Rubber gloves and goggles'll

do just fine for now.

We'll be stationed

down at campsite five.

Well, see you all in

few hours, people.

It's that way.

Let's go, Red.

Get on down to the campsite.

Come on, baby, let

me help you with that.

Okay.

Thanks.

Oh, sorry.

Its all good, uh, George.

Amber.

Nice to meet you.

Hotties first.

(ENGINE ROARING)

(FOOTSTEPS)

[GARY] Good morning.

I'm so sorry I'm late.

No, it's okay, you're fine.

Come on.

It's not that bad.

[WOMAN] Okay.

(EERIE MUSIC)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(VACUUM CLEANER WHIRRING)

Who's there?

(TENSE MUSIC)

Jim?

Oh.

Jim.

[JIM] I don't wanna

hear it, alright?

[TAMARA] Jim?

I gave up on remission

a long time ago.

Can't you just let

me die in peace?

Your body is

telling you something.

Tam, if I want a

drink or a cigarette,

it's my business.

I don't need a

f***in' babysitter.

[TAMARA] Honey.

What?

You're standing.

Ah!

Oh, it's a miracle!

(LAUGHING)

(EERIE CHIMES)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

- (TENSE MUSIC)

- Great. Bite your lip for me.

Little more.

Alright.

I gotta go.

(INDISTINCT)

(EERIE MUSIC)

Gary?

Hello?

(GASPING)

It's okay, calm down.

It's alright.

(SQUEAKS)

(FOOTSTEPS)

(WHOOSHING)

(SCREAMING)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(SCREAMING)

Sh*t!

(GROWLING)

The f***?

(SCREECHING)

(OMINOUS MOANING)

(GROWLING)

(EERIE CHIMES)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

So, I dated this pike

like a year and a half.

Oh, Jesus, those

guys are all d*cks.

Such a sleaze, I swear.

He could not keep

his hands off me.

Well, I mean, I

kinda don't blame him.

Well, no, but see,

no respect whatsoever.

Constantly groping me.

What is that?

That, there.

(CASTANET MUSIC)

Mmmm, ow, ow, ow.

What?

This isn't gonna work.

(ZIPPING)

- Mmm, slow down.

- Why?

Because I hardly know you.

What's the matter?

I like you.

And you like me.

What else is there to know?

Your last name, for one thing.

Lister.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Your name is George Lister?

Yeah, so what?

I have rushed

with Carrie Tamlin.

Carrie's a total cock tease.

What ever she says, it's a lie.

Lister the Fister?

I don't think so.

Come on.

Where are you going?

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Wait up!

[EMMA] Ance, have you

ever put a tent up before?

[ANCE] Of course.

I used to be a Boy Scout.

- [EMMA] Oh, you did?

- [ANCE] Eagle Scout, yeah.

How'd it go, sweetie?

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