Feast 3: The Happy Finish Page #3

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Okay.

Let's go.

My leg!

- What is this thing?

- This is my house.

And you're trespassing.

Meth lab. - We're buried.

We're safe down here.

Safe, my ass.

Let's get the hell out of here.

Come on, let's go!

Goddamn it.

Come on,

let's get the hell out of here!

What the f*** are you doing?

I'm glad that still works.

- Get out of there.

- Just a sec.

Help!

Die.

Help! Help!

F*** you.

Hey.

Wait a minute. Wait!

- Wait.

Wait for us.

Hey. Wait. Hey.

No!

Hey!

F***.

Begone, foul beasts. Begone.

Back, I say. Back, demon.

Back.

Get back.

Back. Back.

Back.

Begone.

I did it again.

Come out, everyone.

Don't be afraid.

- Who are you?

- Stand back and be amazed.

GREG:

Yes, I am he.

The Prophet.

I got the gift, faggots. Ha-ha.

I control the monsters.

I wish them to leave

and they leave.

You must go underground

through the sewers.

The way to the big city.

You want us to take these storm drains

all the way back to the big city?

- Don't talk to the Prophet that way.

- B*tch, I will f*** you up.

Hey, hey, hey, dipshit.

Listen, this guy just

saved our asses, okay?

If he says take the storm drain,

we better sure as sh*t

take the storm drain.

Be cool.

Let's play this thing out.

Come, we must act quickly.

I'll bring up the rear.

What the f*** was that, old man?

Shut the f*** up,

you dimwitted c*nt.

We can slow down.

I feel the monsters' presence

dissipating.

You saved our ass, Moses.

We're much obliged.

I can't see nothing down here.

You okay, sweetie?

We're not alone.

You hear that?

- No, I hear it too.

Hold up.

What?

It's your head.

Coming from your head.

- Get off me. Get off me.

- Ringing like a f***ing tea kettle.

You're gonna give us away.

I have it turned up

so I can hear better.

Is that better?

Holy f***ing sh*t.

Oh, sh*t.

They're tracking us.

Language, please.

Oh, boy.

Yeah, yeah.

Watch it.

Which way do we go?

- I don't know.

Ask Jesus back there.

Hold on.

I gotta feel this one.

We're clear.

Come on, let's go.

Get out of my way.

What?

- Get out of my way.

Slide under. Go.

I got it.

F***. This is heavy.

Wait, wait, wait.

The Puker!

Blood makes it feel good.

Help her, goddamn it! Help her!

Get off her, motherf***er!

LIGHTNING:

No!

Those motherfuckers are dead!

Oh, yeah!

Who are you?

A few days ago,

I was my parents' son.

Two days ago,

I was just another victim.

Yesterday,

I was born again.

And today,

I'm a wasteland warrior.

How can I die

when I'm a registered

lethal weapon?

Badass motherf***er.

Karate.

Way to go, Merlin.

My gift only works on monsters.

Sure it does.

Well, maybe if you hadn't have

had me turn down my ears,

I could have at least heard them.

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