Butcher Boys Page #2

It was him!

[SCREAMS]

[GRUNTING]

[CRUNCHING]

I can't feel my leg...

[GRUNTS]

I think I'm paralyzed.

[GRUNTS]

[SOBBING]

Kenny, slow down, little dude.

Don't call me "little dude."

[LAUGHS]

We lost them.

Let's just keep driving till

we reach civilization, okay?

[CHAIN SAW REVVING]

Problem, boys?

He's awfully big.

[CHAIN SAW REVVING]

[LAUGHING]

F***in' tourist!

See the look in his eyes?

[LAUGHS]

I hate pain.

I think about it all the time.

I think about all the ways

that I don't want to die.

They were laughing

singin', dancin'

Sometimes I think about

what it would be like

If a terrorist cut my head off

with electric scissors.

- Mikey, stop.

- What?

I'm just saying...

Okay.

- It's all right.

- Okay.

Come on.

I have no idea where we're at.

Doesn't this thing

have a G.P.S. Or something?

See, there's the freeway.

We know where we are.

It's gonna be all right,

baby bro.

All right?

Trust me.

It's over.

Okay.

Thank you.

We're going home.

But there are some bad guys

that are for real.

I heard about these guys

that break all your bones...

Mikey, stop.

And that's how they kill you.

I say we burn a doobie.

That was intense.

[ENGINE RUMBLES]

Oh, sh*t.

[METAL CLANGING AND SCRAPING]

Sh*t.

F***.

F***.

Oh, Mikey, are you okay?

What are they doing?

Oh, f***.

We're f***ed.

Oh, my god.

Turn on the car.

Turn on the car.

- Oh, f***!

- It won't start.

It won't start!

[ALL YELLING AND SCREAMING]

[ENGINE RUMBLING]

Are you okay?

[ENGINE REVVING]

[WHISPERS INAUDIBLY]

Guaranteed.

Bullshit.

[ENGINE REVVING]

Come on, we got to go!

It's fine.

I could use a good snack.

She looks like a tasty piece.

Not a taste, not a scratch.

The f*** are you?

I'm right, and you know it.

You know, we didn't hit

their f***ing dog.

This is bullshit.

Kenny, no.

Come on.

Leave her dumb ass.

F*** you, b*tch.

They're not gonna do anything.

Look.

What the f***, man?

Sh*t.

Kenny!

Wait, wait, wait.

This way.

Let's go.

[SNIFFING]

[SPITS]

[PANTING]

[SNIFFING]

[BOTH PANTING]

F*** it.

I'm not running.

They're gonna catch us.

You better start thinking

about what you're gonna do.

I'm not waiting around

to get my butt kicked.

Pay them.

Your parents have money.

Pay them whatever they want.

What do you care?

Are you serious?

Yeah.

This is stupid.

Come on.

Whatever.

Let's go.

I'm f***in' stayin' here.

- Come on.

- Don't be such a p*ssy.

You know what?

You're right.

I'm chicken.

Whatever.

Kenny...

p*ssy.

[SLOW FOOTSTEPS]

Hi.

[SNIFFS]

[CRACKS NECK]

Look, I'm sorry

about your f***ing dog.

It was that other car, okay?

[GAGGING]

[SCREAMS]

[SCREAMS]

I'm history.

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