Bunnyman Vengeance

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- I am too old for this sh*t.

Get your damn hands in the air.

I ain't gonna ask you twice.

Step away from the kid.

Nice and slow like.

I'm gonna give you to

the count of three.

One.

Two.

- Michael, get in

the f***ing car now!

- Jacob.

Jacob, what's in your lap?

Jacob.

What's in your lap?

- Why you always

gotta pick on Jacob?

He's f***ing

harmless. Look at him.

- That's where you're wrong.

He's weak.

He's physically weak.

He's weak in the head.

He's the one who keeps

leaving the f***ing gate open

and jeopardizing the haunt.

I'm not going down for

some f***ing retard.

What is this sh*t?

- Let me see.

Jacob,

who're these people?

- Family.

- Jacob, these people

aren't your family.

This ain't us.

It's never gonna be us.

- Are you ashamed of us, Jacob?

Let me tell you

something, Jacob.

We are all you got.

We are all you're

ever gonna get.

Do you understand me, Jacob?

And the sooner you realize this,

the sooner you get it through

your thick, f***ing skull

that these people

are not your family.

Do you understand, Jacob?!

Do you f***ing get...

- Hey!

- You're not right

in the head, Jacob.

Do you under-f***ing-stand?

- Hey!

I got an idea.

Why don't we go out tonight?

I've got a plan.

- I don't know.

- F*** it.

I gotta get out of here and...

we can even see if

Michael's still got it.

- All right.

Let's do it.

Get the car ready.

You gonna watch the house?

- Yeah, sure.

- Good.

- You guys are never gonna sleep

with all that sugar.

- See?

I still know how to have fun.

You flank them from the right.

I'm gonna go from the left.

Wait for my signal.

When I blow the horn

twice, you get them.

- Goodnight, girls.

- Have fun.

- What was that?

- Melanie!

Melanie!

- Everything's gonna be okay.

I'm gonna get you some help.

It's gonna be okay.

It's gonna be okay.

- When we get back,

and we're not with the girls,

I want you to watch Michael.

I don't know what's

going through his head,

but I don't think

we can trust him.

I'm serious.

We need to keep him on a leash.

- I know. I hear you.

- What the f***?

Damn, is she dead?

See? This is the kinda

sh*t I'm talking about.

- So angry.

- When we get back, get

Jacob to clean up the body.

That'll teach him

some responsibility.

- I heard that.

- Michael.

When we get back,

you and Jacob are gonna

clean up that body.

Do you understand?

Motherf***er.

- Why are you doing this?

- Help us!

Just let us go.

- You gotta help us.

Please.

You can help us, please.

- Help me!

Please help me!

Help me! Please!

Please, help me!

I'm down here, I

don't wanna die.

I don't wanna die.

- What do we do? What do we do?

She's trying to cry out.

- Help me, please.

- Everyone knows of the

one and only Bunnyman.

- Who the f*** is Bunnyman?

- It's f***ing

Michael, all right?

I'm calling him Bunnyman now.

If you can shut the f*** up,

I'm gonna finish my speech.

Why we gotta do a speech anyway?

- Because you've got to

practice before the haunt.

I don't want you

socially-f***ing-awkward

in front of these people.

Who the f*** is

Bunnyman, anyway?

- I don't know. I don't

f***ing care, all right?

But what I do know is...

even the deaf kids

in Guadalajara

have heard the rumors about him.

He's come back home now.

He's been traveling all around

the world for months on end.

Picking up all the bad habits

from all the criminals

around the world.

Nobody knows how many

people he's killed.

Nobody, and I mean nobody,

is brave enough to ask him.

- How many people

have you killed?

- Hey!

Cover your eyes and your ears

because, yes, yes,

the rumors are true.

What you're about to

see can't be unseen.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I present to you, the

birth of Bunnyman.

- Hey, Michael.

You look like a chicken nugget.

- Yeah, he does.

He does.

Just like extra crispy.

That sh*t's nasty.

His skin's all

flaking off and sh*t.

Oh, Michael's getting mad.

- What're you

gonna do, motherf***er?

- What happened?

What did we do?

- You know Michael.

He just needs to

blow off some steam.

He'll be back.

- All right.

You have two options.

Option A and option B.

Option A.

You drink this.

Water or...

let those spiders crawl...

- No!

- So what's it gonna be?

Water?

Or spiders?

Didn't I tell you

to make a decision?

Huh?

If you don't pick one,

I will make you do both.

Water?

Spiders?

- Water.

- You sure?

- It's not water, it's acid.

- Oh god.

- You're so pretty.

For you, sweetheart.

What's it gonna be?

Water?

- Oh, god.

- Or let the spiders

crawl on you.

- Spiders.

- All right.

The itsy-bitsy spider

Went up the water spout

Down came the rain

And washed the spider out

Out came the sun

And dried up all the rain

And the itsy-bitsy spider

Went up the spout again

- Now what?

Huh?

Jacob.

- Jack,

I don't know.

I don't think it's smart

to just randomly show up

and go through people's stuff.

- Look, we're lost.

If I keep driving

around in circles,

we're gonna run out of gas.

Besides, maybe there's

somebody here that can help.

- Well, I think it's a bad idea.

- I think it's a great idea.

Come on, it'll be fun.

- Do you think people live here?

- I hope not.

- Rachel, stop

touching everything.

You're gonna break

something. Come on.

- Hey guys, check this out.

- It's not even scary.

- The door!

Get the door!

- Are you guys okay?

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