Kill Em All Page #2

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We need sleep.

We have no idea

what's gonna happen tomorrow.

So for tonight:

can we have a truce to get some sleep?

That's all.

Does that work?

Is that a deal?

Ok.

Ok. Kid?

Maybe.

I'll think about it.

Maybe is not enough.

Alright. Alright.

We got a deal.

But just for tonight.

Lookin for me?

Hey! Carpenter.

Looks like your voodoo sh*t

didn't work, Did it?

This is insane.

What the f*** are we doing here.

I mean, I don't know you. I don't know you.

I certainly don't know you.

So what is it?

All of us did a hit on one family?

Some kingpin.

Impossible.

We're here

for some sick f***'s enjoyment.

And all that's happening is:

we're stacking up bodies over there.

For him.

You think someone's

actually gonna leave here?

You think he's gonna

let anybody walk out that door.

You're out of your f***in mind.

It ain't happenin.

Nobody's leaving this room.

Nobody.

It's just gonna be

a bunch of f***in bodies over there.

Ya understand that?

Here's what I do know:

four is better than one.

If we stick together,

we can get outta here.

Anybody else? No?

No one wants to team up? Huh?

Ok. I'll tell ya one thing:

lam walking out that motherfuckin door.

With or without ya.

See ya on the stack.

Yeah.

Good morning.

I see that you have been

bad children in the night.

He deserved it.

Whomever killed Black Scorpion,

is not entitled to a weapon.

The fight wasn't approved.

But don't worry.

It's time for the next challenge.

I want everyone

to check their sleeping bags.

Eight.

Three.

Two.

Now, the highest two numbers must fight.

Five.

Like I said, kid: nothin personal.

I'll make it fast.

I'm sorry.

You want to get out of here?

- What?

- Do you want to get out of here?

What the hell are you doing,

you crazy b*tch?

If you want to

get out of here, choke me.

What do you mean?

Gabriel. Stop. Stop it!

Keep doing it.

I said 'stop it'.

Keep doing it.

Stop it. Or you will be gassed.

Keep doing it.

Gas, it is.

Enough.

Ninjas:
kill them all.

Ninja puss)'-

Why?

Now we're even, kid.

Yeah. We're even.

This way.

This way!

Where the f*** we goin?

You think you have made it out.

But you've only

made it to the next level.

The psycho sector.

Prepare for the worst.

Let the freak show begin.

I want more.

Give me more.

More freaks.

I want more. More.

More.

Anything?

Ok, go.

Som. Som. What is our connection?

Between us?

No, between me the pope

and the f***ing Dali Lama.

Yeah, between us.

There is no connection.

Come on. There's gotta be a connection.

Some monkey

is running this f***ing circus.

Who was your last hit?

My last hit. My last hit.

Some British f***ing c*nt

that I turned into pink dust. You?

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