Chain Letter Page #4

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That's pretty extreme,

don't you think?

Neil's dumb ass.

- I'm surprised he isn't in here right now.

- Mm-hmm.

I know you got one,

didn't you, Dante?

No, I don't have a phone.

What?

Snigglers ain't got a phone?

I'm just not into

the whole phone movement.

How do you even

survive without a phone?

Listen to me,

you need a Sidekick

or an iPhone or get you

a rotary phone if you have to.

I have a phone at home.

They just buzz, and they beep,

and they have little buttons

on them,

and I'm just not into it, man.

Regardless,

you still got one.

Check your computer at home.

You're on the list, Buddy.

Oh, thank you. Sh*t.

His ass has it, and you got it.

Kevin got it, too,

and your ass

and your ass got it.

All right, this boy

ain't pressing his luck.

I just delete them

as soon as I get them.

Poof, gone.

Just like that.

Like bam!

Knockdown.

All right, you guys have two minutes,

two minutes to play games

because I'm going

to the bathroom, okay?

When I come back...

And then right, right,

uppercut with the left.

Oh, sorry.

Oh, sh*t.

Jesus, man.

- You scared me, dawg.

- Sorry, bro.

- God.

- See you out there.

- What's up, man?

- Hey.

I heard you got a letter, right?

- Yeah, finally.

- Nebraska, huh?

Yeah.

Hittin' it hard.

Find out

where you're going yet?

No, not yet, but my--

my pops is hassling me

about it, so hopefully soon.

Hey, maybe you can play

for the junior college.

They're going to be good this year.

Yeah, well, I'm going

to hit this bench over here.

Do it.

What?

Yeah.

All right, okay,

I'll be home in 15, okay?

Yes.

Good-bye.

Hey, Johnny, did you get

this chain letter text from Mikey?

Yeah, I got that bullshit,

and then I deleted it.

A little intense, huh?

Ooh, you're all going to die.

Lame. Delete.

Bro, I gotta head out.

Later, man.

Have a good workout.

Put more weight on there.

You're looking kind of small.

F*** you, a**hole.

F***!

Kevin?

Kevin!

What the f***!

The f*** are you doing?

What the f***?

You've received chain mail.

Chain letter.

Junk mail.

What have we got?

Hey. This is bad.

Looks like we've got injuries

to the mouth,

teeth missing.

Crenshaw, his face is gone.

What about over there?

He must've been over there

getting a drink, and wham.

Makes a lot of sense

the perp would blindside him.

He's a big boy.

Any prints from the fountain?

We've got a bunch of partial

and smears.

We're running them

through NCIC,

but don't hold your breath.

Oh, jeez.

Coroner says the arms appear

to have been snapped off,

hyper-extended.

What could this kid have done

to bring something like this on himself?

He must've been

into something deep.

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