Mom and Dad Page #3

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you might never embrace the new.

The need

to continuously replace,

it forces us

to accelerate progress.

The same thing

can happen in nature.

Hold that thought.

Yep?

Sure.

Pea, you need to go

to the office.

Where was I?

You were saying how we were

the new and improved version

of last year's class.

That's funny.

Oh.

Really?

Yes?

Okay.

I understand.

All right.

Jenson... they need you

in the office, too. I'm sorry.

What's going on?

Chapter 12.

Everyone, let's go. Come on.

Problem?

What's the rush today?

We still have over an hour.

Look at 'em.

Looks like they're waiting

for a buffet.

My mom is such a penis.

She is killing me.

She just won't let go

of that sh*t last weekend.

I'm totally cut off.

No credit, no ATM.

Can't even get any

of my birthday money.

- Can't you ask your dad?

- Nah.

He direct deposits

in my account.

It's not like he can just fly in

and drop me a hundo.

He's in, like, Europe

or something.

I don't know.

F*** that dude.

Besides, I got you, fam.

Seriously, you're not gonna

wash your hands?

Oh.

We are gonna

get f***ed up! F***ed up!

Put that down! Here.

Put it in your bag.

Let's go.

Whoa.

This is not normal. Whoa!

Watch where you're going,

f***ing ham beast!

Come on.

Jesus.

Whoa, Riley,

look at that.

Let me go!

- Is that McKenna's mom?

- Let me go!

No! Get off!

Let me go!

Get off of me!

Soul hurting

Soul hurting

You're finished?

You know there's still

20 minutes left.

Yes, ma'am.

And the score's pretty important

to your future.

I took a lot of practice tests.

Why are the buses here?

This isn't a f***ing bomb scare.

- Come on.

- Back up. Back up.

No, I'm not gonna back up.

We can't send these kids home.

We don't know what's happened!

What are they doing here?

Come on, honey.

Mom's here. Let's go.

Back up! Back up! Back up!

Back up!

- Do you see your mom?

- Yeah, right.

If ISIS dropped a bomb

on this place,

she'd be so stoked.

Come on over.

Evan, let's go.

Evan. Evan.

This is my kid!

You're not gonna tell me what...

- Back up!

- Touch me again, I'll...

Get the f*** back!

Evan. Evan!

Evan, let's go now!

Right now.

Come on. Let's go!

Hold that kid!

No!

Whoa, dude, check it out.

What in the actual f***?

We gotta go.

My car. I drove today.

I told you to f***ing stay back!

Hey, Mrs. Beasley.

Where's Amanda?

She's inside.

Commissioner?

Commissioner?

Look, look, at this time,

the last thing we want to do

is disseminate any information

that may not be accurate,

and compound the problem.

Is it true

that the murderers

and the victims are related?

Can you at least...

Some of that information

may be correct, but...

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