The Endless

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out of this slump,

we can go back.

I mean, he's trying.

He's trying lots of things,

but...

this one time,

by some miracle,

we met these girls

at the park,

and he takes 'em to this

cheap Mexican food place,

down by the apartment.

And, out of, like...

out of, like,

nervousness or something,

he's like, "I'm an ex-UFO

death cult member."

And she's like, "Okay, I have

to go to the bathroom."

And she obviously never

comes back.

And her friend never

returned my calls.

But that's him, though,

you know?

Uh...

He's trying to do

the right thing.

He really is.

But it has to be his way...

which never works.

And so the only thing that's

worse than this shitty life

he's built for us is having

no fucking control over it.

I'm sorry.

WOMAN:
Have you talked

to him about this?

No, no, he's my brother.

WOMAN:
And you're

sure it's a good idea

to go back to the cult?

It's not a cult.

It's a commune.

Uniforms. Redefining words.

Calling death "ascension."

Worshipping a deity

in the forest

that no one else knows about.

And...

castration.

Okay, yeah, that's a cult.

But I actually don't remember

any of those things.

I just remember, like, bonfires,

family time, and good food.

It's wasn't like they were

keeping us prisoner or anything.

Actually, hang on a second.

If they were gonna be, like,

pointing machine guns at our

heads

and make us drink cyanide

Kool-Aid,

why would you be driving us

there right now?

All right, I never saw

anything specifically like that.

But in your distorted memory,

we were, like...

petting deer and dancing with

koalas.

We were, I remember that.

Boobs.

Ah, the boobs.

(MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)

There is a house

in New Orleans

You broke the goddamn antenna.

Do not put me through this.

They call

the Rising Sun

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