Thirst Page #2

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-Hell no.

-Hell yes.

Well, then I'm definitely

dragging that outhouse with me

'cause I'm not doing

my business in the dirt.

Interesting.

I heard you'd do it anywhere.

-Are you kidding me?

-What?

I'm not gonna take that

from a pasty faced...

Hey, hey!

-Sit down!

-Don't touch me.

You have no right

to touch me.

If you touch her,

she can sue you.

Enough!

Let me make one thing

very clear.

I'm not gonna tolerate

an ounce of disrespect.

I'm here to try to make you

people productive human beings,

and if I have to make your life

miserable to do it, I will.

And you're not gonna

sue anybody, Mr. Richards.

Richards?

We'll just call you "Dick."

That's enough, Mr. Andrews.

That's enough.

We are gonna deal with

your issues with school,

with your parents...

with drugs...

and with the law.

One way or another,

this place is gonna

change your life forever.

This sucks.

Get used to it, pal,

'cause it's just

the beginning.

All right.

So if any of you

have anything on you,

please place it in here now

because we will find it.

Trust me. Burt has

a nose like a bloodhound.

As a reminder,

this is a wilderness camp,

so no phones, iPads, drugs.

Anything that we don't give you,

you should not have on you.

-All right, come on.

-Go right ahead.

I got a lot of things

in a lot of places.

Okay, hey, hey, hey!

Geez! Handsy much?

What else you got?

-Oregano.

-Really?

It's oregano.

I am a chef.

You got it all,

you got it all.

No, no, no!

Come on.

-All?

-You cannot...

This is no use.

Not out here.

Off to a very good start.

No more contact

with anybody, got it?

Yep.

Really?

Nothing in your pockets?

What else you got, kid?

Tough guy?

It's gonna be a real great

adventure here with you.

Next!

All right, everybody, make sure

you have all your gear.

Come on, gear up.

What's the shotgun for?

In case something

needs to be shot.

Hey, here.

Let me help with that.

Here you go. See?

Shut down!

What are you, the camp b*tch?

Hey, hey!

Let's go. Move!

Come on, Mr. Richards.

Off you go. You all right?

-All right.

-Keep your eye on that one.

Let's go.

Trapper, move it.

Come on!

All right, so

the first camp's 15 miles out.

Fifteen?

You expect me to walk 15 miles?

Or crawl.

We'll be out here

for seven days.

You'll cook your own food,

pitch your own tent

and keep a journal.

If you're thinking of running,

there's a hundred miles

of nothing in every direction.

So if you plan on running,

you can plan on dying.

On to Plan B.

God.

-Stop looking at me.

-What?

I said stop looking at me.

Look, you're in front of me.

Well, pass me.

What are you,

some kind of weirdo?

You're like

giving me the creeps.

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