Sausage Party Page #3

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I'm f***ing with you, but also serious.

Is there a different color inside?

Unh! What are you, even?

What do you mean, what am I, dude?

I'm a f***ing douche!

You know how long I've been waiting

up in this motherf***er?

I was starting to worry the gods didn't

want douches no more, but look at her.

She's a f***ing 10, bro.

The G-O-D is D-T-D...

dude. Down to douche.

Lav ash, sausages...

Oh, honey mustard.

What? No.

This can't be happening. Not again.

Oh, Jesus, not to me. Motherfuck.

Get your hands off of me. Get off of me!

- Fecking gobshite!

- Back off!

You don't even know

what you're celebrating.

You're celebrating your doom!

Wake up!

They're lying to your f***ing faces!

The Great Beyond is bullshit!

- Why isn't anybody listening to me?

- Hey, buddy, are you all right?

No, I'm not all right.

It's all a lie. Everything

you've been told.

- Everything you believe in.

- Honey Mustard, you acting cray-cray!

We shouldn't be talking to this a**hole.

Everyone knows Honey Mustard's weird.

What is he? Honey? ls he mustard? Like,

make up your mind or just kill yourself.

You f***ing idiots. I've been there.

I've seen that sh*t,

and there ain't no way I'm going back.

Wait, you've been to the Great Beyond?

"Great," my a**hole!

Everything we've ever known

is a dirt-covered pile of sh*t...

jacking off in our f***ing faces...

covering our eyes with their come...

so come-covered we can't f***ing see!

We don't know! We don't know they're

jerking off into our eyes! Our faces!

Shut up. The gods

are gonna hear you talking about them...

They ain't gods. They're monsters!

Horrible, ugly, disgusting monsters!

They ain't gonna

get Honey Mustard twice.

F*** you, gods!

I've got a date with oblivion.

Whoa, just chill. Just get down

from the f***ing... Aah!

Oh, sh*t! He's out of the package!

Barry, help!

- Oh, f***, Carl, what do we do?

- I don't know!

I can't reach him.

I'm giving it everything I have.

- Frank!

- Brenda.

Oh, my God!

Brenda's out of the package!

- I got you! Hold on! Hold on!

- I can't hold on!

My little glove! It's slipping off!

Look at you, following all their rules.

You have no idea what's coming.

What is that in reference to? What's

coming? Be more specific, please!

You want proof? Talk to Firewater.

That bastard bottle of booze

seems to know what's going on.

- Unh "No!

- Oh, my God.

- Did you see that?

Donkey f***er!

Frank!

Oh, no. Bro!

Douche down!

I'm out of my f***ing box!

Cream of Mushroom?

Are you there?

Wake up! I'm nothing without you!

Get up! We gotta go!

- Uhn!

- Frank! Move your f***ing ass!

- Help!

'Oh' my God!

Frank, run!

- I can't!

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