It Stains the Sands Red Page #2

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Oh my god.

- Yeah, you like that.

Mmm.

Oh, so good.

You wanna taste me?

Oh, yeah.

You want some of that?

Oh, that's good, isn't it?

Mm, yeah.

- That smells so good.

You want my blood?

Go fetch!

- Sh*t!

Really?

- Too slow, old balls!

- I don't really mind

walking through the desert.

You know, it's good Cardio.

I gotta get that beach body

ready for Mexico, right?

You're never gonna catch me,

man.

You're never gonna catch me.

Leave me the f***ing hell alone!

Sucker!

- Oh, for Christ's sake.

Great.

Oh come on!

- Motherf***er!

Leave me alone!

You're driving me crazy!

- You're a f***ing stalker,

you know that?

I have to kill you.

Do you ever stop making

those stupid noises?

Close your mouth or something!

I bet you were a real

ladies man before this, huh?

Obviously, you enjoy the chase.

- You're just like every guy

that I've ever met at a bar.

Girl says "no",

guy can't take a f***ing hint.

You're all f***ing gross.

And you think that suit

impresses me?

You look like a used car

salesman, f***in' douchebag.

- Your hair looks stupid, too.

And you smell like sh*t!

God, you were probably,

like, a f***ing idiot

when you were alive.

I bet your whole family

was retarded.

Inbred, misogynistic

f***-ass f***er!

Small dick.

You know what?

I'm gonna name you.

From now on you'll be known

as small dick.

Smalls for short.

Come on, smalls,

why you goin' so slow?

Don't you want this?

You want it?

Yeah?

Come on, smalls.

Yeah, you do.

I guess you have

one good quality.

At least you don't talk back.

Mmm.

- You are one persistent

son of a b*tch, smalls.

I'll give you that much.

- Oh man, mm, smalls,

you should try some of this.

You want some?

- You want a piece?

There you go.

Eat that.

How much further

do you think it is?

I checked the map a while ago,

but I don't wanna check it

again until later.

The battery's gonna die.

It's at least another 15 miles.

But you know what's great

about coke is that

I don't even need

to eat anything.

And I think I can probably

walk through the night,

to be honest.

- No, no, no!

Look what you did!

Oh my god, no!

No!

Such a dick move!

- Who are you to judge?

- Nick, buddy, you're one

lucky son of a b*tch.

Listen, we blew the engine out

on the twin last night, okay?

But it's okay 'cause

we're gonna swap it out today

and we should have it ready

to go by tomorrow morning.

So you and that dumb broad

better be here by then, okay?

Or we're leaving

without you, alright?

I'm f***in' serious.

See ya.

- Dumb broad.

Yeah, we'll see about that.

Nick, the guy that you...

Jesus, that's f***ed up.

Honestly, I'm not even mad

at you over it, really.

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