Ginger Snaps Page #2

while I nab the pooch and make with the gore.

I can't distract her.

- The f***, Bee. This is your idea.

If you don't like your ideas,

stop having them.

Sorry.

- I just had it with eating all this sh*t, okay?

Check it out.

Now we can even leave a body.

She'll freak.

Oh, wicked.

Teake his uh...

...leg?

He's still warm.

Oh gross.

Sh*t!

Leave it then. We'll drag.

You got some on you.

Nice.

What?

Bee...

I just got the curse.

Ehw.

Well, it's not contagious!

I know that.

God!

I mean, kill yourself to be different

and your own body screws you.

But if I start simping

around tampon dispensers...

...moaning about PMS, shoot me ok.

Lets get out of here.

Ginger?

Ginger!

Ginger?

Aaah!

Ginger!

Ginger!

Oh God. He's still right there.

Oh, my God!

Ginger!

Ginger!

Ginger!

Get up. Come on, get up!

Oh, f*** me!

Sh*t!

Mom!

Dad! Help!

Let me see.

- No, it hurts, it burns...

- I got to see it Ginger.

What was it? What was it?

- I don't know. A big dog maybe.

What's wrong?

What did I do?

Shut.

I saw this thing once...

On bears, 'cause a bear'll

come after a girl on the rag

becasuse of the smell.

It wasn't a f***ing bear!

It wasn't any f***ing bear!

There isn't anywhere near here.

Does it hurt?

- No.

That's impossible.

They 're already healing.

No, this isn't right. I'm calling 911.

- No! No!

Bee, I'm not bleeding anymore. Right?

I mean... just...

...spare me Pam finding out.

Okay? I'm okay, Okay?

Okay.

- I'm okay.

I though you're gonna die.

- I'm okay.

Preying upon normal healthy cells...

the intruder gradually devours

the host from within...

Eventually the invader consumes

its host completely...

...and finally destroys it.

Complete meiosis involves

successive division sequences...

...which results in four new

cells, each of which is...

This one comes with a free calendar.

Are you sure it's just cramps?

Just so you know...

...the words 'just' and

'cramps' they don't go together.

Ok, you really groaning a lot here.

One day, you too will know my pain.

Hey, diss me or whatever

but, I got three sisters...

...and nothing quite takes

the edge off like a good toke.

Well, maybe I like my edge...Thanks.

Or maybe you're just chicken to lose it.

Pass the fag.

That's a girl.

-Yeah.

An eighth's fifty.

I don't want any drugs.

- Then amscray.

I was just wondering

what you hit.

Well, officer, looked like

a lycanthrope to me, sir.

- I know what a lycanthrope is.

- Sure you do.

Think you see werewolves a lot?

Why, do you?

Is it working?

No...and now I just don't care.

What the hell are you guys doing in here?

Sam, the Man.

Sam, man, we just needed

a place to come and smoke.

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