Kill Theory Page #2

Come on, we're all adults.

You know, the last time we did this

was on that cruise we took freshman year.

- Yeah, that was a fun trip.

- You're a liar. I bitched the entire time

because you didn't take me to Cancn to

do the whole spring break thing.

Yeah, you did.

Little lower.

Looking back, though, I realized

it was the best spring break I ever had.

- I can't believe we're going to graduate.

- Oh, God, please don't talk.

- Why, you don't want to graduate?

- No, it's not that.

It's just you get towards the end

and you realize that

you didn't get everything you wanted.

You weren't mature enough to realize

the important things sooner.

- Amber.

- Relax, I was just kidding.

We don't play those games anymore.

We haven't for a while. So...

Last summer qualifies as a while?

We'd been drinking for 10 hours.

It was a drunken mistake. You know this.

Come on,

let's go hang out or something. Jesus!

- Prairie fire shots?

- Yeah.

Snake and Jake's tradition.

I swear, whoever thought 151 in Tabasco

sauce made a good drink should be killed.

It's a puke drink, that's the point.

- Freddy, burger patties made yet?

- No, I'm just, you know, cleaning...

Yeah, well, the sh*t has to marinate.

All right.

Thanks, bro.

- No.

- What?

Don't tell me you're gonna throw

big boy a charity f***.

What is that?

Some sort of "quasi brother protection"?

Alex, I actually think your mom seems nice.

But just 'cause she happened to be

standing next to my dad at the craps table

on a night he just happened to be

tossing sevens

- doesn't exactly make us family.

- That's cool.

'Cause to me your dad

is just rich guy number five.

Cheers, bro.

Do you remember the girl

Freddy was talking to last weekend?

- Yes, the brunette at the house party.

- Yup.

At the end of the night,

she blew Brent in the bathroom.

- Poor Amber.

- More like poor Freddy.

I mean, I know you're roommates

with Amber and everything,

but it's not like Brent has stealth game.

She has to know.

Hey, at least his dad's house is tight, right?

"Hey, bro, can you make me,

like, a hamburger, huh?"

God, he's such an a**hole.

"Bro, can you, like, fix me,

like, a hamburger, bro?"

Like... Fix you, fix you.

Now, how about

a little hot sauce to marinate?

And a dash of salt. That's good.

That should taste good, huh?

- Enjoying your eats, FB?

- This is the best burger ever. How's yours?

- All you f***ing booze hounds.

- Then you're up, La Bamba.

Someone's getting limp

over Brent's whiskey dick.

Yeah, I'm not going to be the one with the

little whiskey dick after you eat that sh*t.

- Hey, leave some.

- Jeez.

I'll show you how it's done here, baby.

Ready?

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