Killer Christmas Page #2

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[coughs]

[all laughing]

That's how you do it.

Bella, catch.

- Why not, right?

- There you go, Kate.

Take it all in, baby.

Game, game.

Game!

Frolic.

Sounds naughty.

So pair up, go into the forest,

and do ever your dirty

little mind's desire.

I've got Cutler, obviously.

Obviously.

Okay.

Well, we have already played,

so...

Let's go newbies.

Okay.

Margo.

So, I didn't really know we were

taking on when I signed up.

It's cool, don't worry.

We don't have to do anything,

I'm down to just chill.

Awesome, okay.

Or we could keep drinking.

I think I'm going

to take a pass.

I'm already feeling

pretty light-headed.

Do you? No worries.

You know, I think most of these

games are stupid anyway.

What's the point of frolic

when Cutler always gets Bella?

We're not spinning

a bottle or anything random.

- So you're into Bella?

- I mean...

We had a thing once in college,

but like...

she wasn't feeling me.

She was more into Cutler.

And that doesn't make things

awkward between you guys?

Those two do whatever they want.

They don't give a f***, so...

You know, screw it,

give me that.

That's a stiff drink.

So, what do you say

if we play that game after all?

Let's play.

- I f***ing love Christmas.

- F*** you, you should love me.

Of course I do,

but I get my fat Christmas bonus

so I'm buying some shiny rocks

for my arm candy.

A**hole.

- The shiniest rocks.

- They better be.

Now let's go find

the perfect Christmas tree.

Let's go.

Margo!

Hey!

Looks like you had fun.

Oh, yeah, that was fun.

- Like your games, Bella.

- Thank you.

Where are Kate and Art?

F***ing weirdo probably told her

he loves her,

she probably ran off.

Ok, that's mean.

Oh, look, there they are.

[Bella] Having fun?

Yeah, Art was telling me

some stories

from your college glory days.

Oh, yeah, which ones?

All of them.

Wow, and she didn't run away?

That bodes well.

Guys, it's getting dark.

Let's chop some trees down

before it closes.

[Kate] Right!

Is that all? No trees?

I couldn't found

those brats anywhere.

We drove the path, hit the back

lot, and all the side areas.

F*** man, there's the SUV

they're still around here.

The old lady is cooking up

a stew, I gotta get out of here.

F***, I'm not waiting around

for those little shits.

Screw this sh*t!

F***.

- You got this, Ruddy?

- Yeah, I got it.

Just do another lap here,

you don't find them, f*** them.

- I'm getting out of here.

- Give me a ride to the bus.

- Hey, can I get a ride too?

- Hop on.

I got it, don't worry about it.

Have a nice f***ing evening.

- Take it easy, Rud.

- Yeah, you too, buddy.

F***ing a**holes.

F*** these kids, dude.

F*** out of here, I'm leaving.

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