Cellar Dweller Page #5

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The roughs were probably

destroyed in the fire.

Thank God for

small favors, huh?

Now...

With the inspiration

of this ancient curse,

Whitney Taylor is going to

create the ultimate monster.

Good luck.

I'm off to create the

ultimate finger painting.

(faint growling)

(growling)

(thud)

(heavy breathing)

(suspenseful music)

(heavy breathing)

What the hell are you

doing down here?

Whitney...

I just wanted to see

what you were up to.

You've been so

secretive about it.

Bullshit.

Since when have you

been interested in my work?

(Whitney):
And you

know the rules.

Ho one is allowed to look

at anyone else's work

without an explicit invitation.

It's your work;

I'm sorry.

I don't know what

you're up to, Amanda,

but if I ever catch you

down here again, I will...

hang you up by

your eyelids and

wrench out your fingernails

one by one, you got it?

Yeah, I do.

I'm really scared.

(Whitney):
Amanda...

Haven't you caused me enough

trouble for one lifetime?

I really don't know

what you mean.

You know exactly

what I mean.

I still can't seem

to forget about

a certain fellowship that

was supposed to be mine.

Well, the committee seemed

to have thought otherwise.

Yeah, after a little monetary

persuasion from you.

Whitney, you've always

been such a sore loser.

Get out of here before

I really lose my temper.

Bye.

(wind howling)

(melancholy music)

(thunder crashing)

(ominous music)

(heavy breathing)

Whitney Taylor

is a plagiarist,

as this videotape so

clearly demonstrates.

She cloistered herself

in the cellar and

stole another artist's work.

(low growling)

Now I am certain that the

Throckmorton Institute

for the Arts has no place

(snarling)

for an untalented hack

like Miss Taylor.

It is with true-

(growling intensifies)

(Amanda screams)

(distorted laughter)

(Amanda):
Oh my God!

(Amanda):
Oh dear...

(Amanda gasping)

(screaming)

(screaming continues)

(loud growling)

Will somebody help me?!

(Amanda shrieks)

(bones crunching)

(grunting and chewing)

(Monster):
Who's next'?

(melancholy music)

(growling)

(frightening music)

(growling intensifies)

(Phillip):
Wake up.

It's a beautiful day

in the neighborhood.

Morning.

(Whitney groans)

Come on.

Time to go to school.

(Phillip chuckles)

You know, you really

disappoint me.

I've always heard grown

women sleep in the nude.

(Whitney scoffs)

At least that's the way

it is in my dreams.

What time is it?

If we hurry we can

still make breakfast.

(Whitney):
What do you think?

(Phillip):
Hmm.

I think I'd hate to get

on your had side.

(Mus. Briggs):
Amanda?

Amanda.

(knocking)

(ominous music)

Amand...

Well, so this pet care products

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