AfterDeath Page #3

if you don't have a pulse?

How can Seb get a stiffy'?

Seb.

Robyn.

You've missed quite a big one.

And What's that?

They interviewed me. As a Witness.

As a Witness?

Mm-hm.

I... I was accused.

Accused, mind you...

...of some... assault.

A rape.

What was it you were supposed

to have witnessed?

I was...

- I saw you leave the club with her.

- And?

- She was in no fit state.

- Oh'? You could tell by looking?

She consented.

Right?

The way you know that is,

is that I Wasn't charged.

Do you remember her name?

No.

DO you'?

Uh!

Robyn.

A word.

Outside.

It's a sin, right'? it

is a big f***ing sin.

Yeah, that I didn't do!

I gave her one, yeah. Two, as it goes.

But she knew.

She was awake, she was talking.

She wanted to.

And you're sure'?

No, I'm confused about it.

You know how it is - a guy knows.

Gives you the look all night.

She wants you to take her home.

You don't get too drunk with a bloke

unless you want him to take you home.

Uh-huh.

Look, I've played your little game.

Move the f*** on.

What do you do'?

Student.

- Pure mathematics.

- And strict parents, huh'?

Two.

Pure mathematics!

I had a friend who used to hurt herself

in school, just like you do.

Her boyfriend said, he said...

she never felt like she belonged anywhere.

She didn't want to kill herself.

She just didn't want to be anywhere.

Maybe if...

now you're here, if you

decided you wanted to be...

I don't know. Here.

- Whatever you did to this girl...

- I didn't!

Whatever it was, we're connected.

- Maybe we're here because...

- Maybe we're here because of you.

Who's to say you're so f***ing clean'?

Mm'?

- Okay, we need to calm down.

- No, we don't need to do anything.

And not because you say so.

I've been through hell

because that slut grassed me up.

- So say one more word about it...

- Come on, Seb!

I'm f***ing serious! One more word.

Is there...?

Great!

Choke me, b*tch!

Did you hear her'?

"We should stay here. It's nice."

You colossal prick.

Wow! Judgmental.

This is What you get with God botherers.

You lot created this place.

You f***ing chanted it into existence.

All right, Seb, stop, now!

I did nothing.

Okay? Ask her!

And as for you, I'm f***ing a Christian

in the afterlife. And you wanted it!

But it didn't f***ing work out

for you though, did it'?

No harp for you.

You're stuck here, screwing your

last, just like the rest of us.

A f*** buddy in the hell light.

But I get it.

I know why you're here now.

It's to make my death f***ing miserable.

Hell is other b*tches.

Agh! Aaagh! F***!

Ooh!

Don't!

Aagh! Uuuuh!

F***!

- Hey, Seb, be careful.

- Oh, yeah?

I'll beware of the scary faces.

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