Resolution Page #2

Well, hey.

Well, hi, where'd

you come from?

What's your name?

Hey.

Hi.

Hi.

Pretty dog.

Hey.

Where'd you get that?

My pocket.

I don't want my

teeth to fall out.

Michael, when you were gone

I took a long, hard

look at myself.

You're right.

I'm pretty f***ed up.

I need to go to rehab.

I'm ready, man.

I'm ready for you

to take me to rehab.

Let's do this.

Uncuff me.

What are you doing?

Why are you doing that?

Mike, let me out

of the f***ing cuffs.

Do you know why

Jimi Hendrix died?

He didn't have Mike Danube

and a set of handcuffs

to save his life.

Here, you're gonna need

water and calories.

It's an empty bag anyway.

Hey, I found someone

you know outside.

Are Billy and Micah outside?

No, you still talk

to those degenerates?

They're my drug dealers.

Oh my God, Sara!

Kill Mike.

Kill Mike, Sara.

I found an address on her tags.

I should probably take

her back to her owner.

Oh yeah, great idea, Mike.

Take away the only thing

in life that keeps me

from killing myself.

She has a really

good imagination.

Hey, some ointment

for your wrist.

I'm gonna fire up some

chili, you want some?

Does it got crack

in it, motherf***er?

Okay, at least drink something.

I read that the dehydration

will only make this worse.

Thank you for this.

I appreciate it.

Please, Michael.

Please.

I need it.

Please, Michael.

Please, Michael.

Please.

I need it, Michael.

Please.

Please, Michael.

I need it.

Please.

Please, Mike.

I need it, Mike.

Please.

Please, Mike.

Please, Michael.

Give me the f***ing key, Mike!

Give me the f***ing key, man!

F***!

Oh... Oh.

F***.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh, God.

Wake up you little b*tch.

Yo, come out, don't be

keeping all that stuff

for your dirty

carpet mining self.

Oh, sh*t!

Mike Danube and sh*t.

F***, what up, dog?

I didn't know you

was into chicken?

Where's Chris?

Yo, Chris!

Chris!

He all whooped already?

No, he's, uh, he's sick

and he's taking a break,

but I'll, uh, I'll let him know

you guys stopped by.

Y'all are getting all spracked

on our sh*t in there, huh?

You tell him, dog.

Yeah.

Use that sh*t.

I f***ing dare you.

Come on.

All right then.

Now I see how it is.

Yo, Chris,

we're gonna come back

later go fishing.

I'm telling you, motherf***er.

If we don't get

that blue belly,

we're gonna have

some problems, yo.

F***ing c*nt.

F*ggot.

Oh, what the f***?

Are you f***ing dealing?

I wish I was f***ing dealing.

What's the gun for?

Protection.

Protection from what?

The birds.

Okay, there are

no birds, Chris.

You have meth psychosis.

The gray man.

The gray man, yes of course.

Mike, the government

issues each

and every one of us

a shadow man.

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