Chain Letter Page #3

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Can I get on yours real quick?

What? What the f--

Yeah, don't bother

knocking at all.

Sorry to bother you,

Mr. Personality.

Will you please get up

and move?

F*** you.

Get the f*** out of my room.

Neil, I was just writing

an email.

You're sitting here

playing games.

I have a social life.

I have people who

are f***ing counting on me.

- Oh.

- And my computer froze.

Can I just write an email

really quick?

I forgot.

I'm sorry, but no, you can't.

Neil, please, get up.

- F***.

- Just let me deal with this.

- Fine.

- What is this?

That's a stupid chain letter.

I hate those things.

"Every chain has a link.

Every link is a life."

Yeah, please don't touch it

because I'm just going

to delete it.

No, you don't

delete these, Neil.

They threaten

really terrible things.

Like, why take the chance?

Freaks me out if I don't.

Is that kind of

the same thing, Rachel,

as, like, Susie Joe--

she got it,

and she didn't send it off,

and five hours later

she's dead?

- Exactly.

- Right.

And Jessie

and... Johnny

and... Dante.

Can you hang on one second?

You're f***ing sending

a chain letter.

- Can you get off my computer?

- No, stop.

- No, you're not sending--

- Neil, just let me finish this.

...you're not sending chain letters

off of my account,

please, so you need

to excuse yourself.

- Neil, fine, I'm just--

- Off my seat, thank you very much.

Let me just finish this.

It'll only take a second.

Neil, just let me do this.

Excuse you. You can leave.

You can get off--

I have a phone call. That's the only

reason I'm leaving right now.

Oh, really? Are you sure Dante

is not working out or something?

Johnny's got his shirt off.

You better go.

If you must know,

it was your doctor, Neil.

He's really sorry, but, um,

surgery's just not an option.

There's nothing they can do

about your midget penis.

Oh. Well, that sucks.

I guess I'll just have

to f*** a midget.

Rachel, you only put four people

on this stupid thing, all right?

Whatever. I'm going to put

your name on it.

Rachel Conners.

There you go, b*tch.

A chain letter.

Thanks, dick.

"Break the chain,

lose a life."

Are you f***ing kidding me?

Delete.

Stupid.

Get the flag. Go, go, go!

Come on, shoot, shoot!

It's getting tight.

So what are we doing?

What's the essay topic?

Technology and piracy.

Piracy, right?

- Privacy?

- Privacy, privacy.

You jocks can't seem

to get that one right.

So we have a five-page essay

and a presentation,

so I want it to be

something creative.

Do you guys have anything

to contribute,

or is it just me?

Oh, sh*t.

Anyway.

Oh.

It's another f***ing chain letter, man.

"Break the chain, lose a life"?

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