Dead Shack Page #4

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we should be here.

Are you scared of guard dogs

or something?

Um... yeah.

Aren't you?

No.

Well, good. I feel

safer already.

Yo, what is all this sh*t?

Hey guys, come here!

Oh, Colin, get outta there.

Ugh.

Oh, gross.

I'm gonna barf!

Oh, god.

It smells like your room.

Come on, let's bounce.

F*** you.

Yeah, no, that's

a great idea.

Yeah.

Yo, wait!

There's mad bling up

in this barrel!

Hey, that might actually be

worth something.

Hey, f*** you!

That's mine!

You're such a p*ssy, Colin.

Hey, shut up. That's sexist.

You're such a... you're such

a penis, Summer.

Guys.

Guys, we should get the heck

outta here.

There's, like... melted watches

and cell phones

and crap in here, too.

Oh, sh*t.

See that?

( vehicle approaches )

Let's go.

We're gonna get arrested!

Arrested?

We're gonna get freakin'

murdered!

( whispers ) Ok, go.

Come on, go, go, go, go.

Is this where the party is?

We are gonna get so turn't.

What's with all the cars?

What are you, like, a

mechanic or something?

That'd be kinda hot.

Thanks- thanks for driving,

lady, 'cause uh...

we're so wasted.

( laughing )

Ok, can we go?!

Nah, dude.

This place's gonna have

a threesome.

Colin, you don't even know

what that means.

It's 2017, Summer.

Everybody knows

what everything means.

You're gonna get us shot!

( inside ) So, like... where

are we gonna do this thing?

'Cause full offense, lady,

this house is creepy.

What's with all

the unicorn stuff?

I know we may not look it

but we're real artists

in the bedroom.

You don't-

you guys think dad has

ever had a threesome?

God, shut up, Colin.

( soft music begins )

I did stunts in a movie once.

Ooh, hello sexy.

To good times and

awesome strangers.

Woo!

Oh baby take my hand,

and close,

close your eyes...

You don't, uh, dance, lady?

( laughs )

Shut up, Colin!

Shut up, Summer!

F*** you!

Frig off, Summer!

I know what

I want you to,

to do for me,

It's go time.

( chuckles )

I know what

I want you to,

( thud )

That's messed up, bro.

( laughs )

Come on, come on,

Come on, come on,

Guys, can we go do,

like, literally anything else?

No.

Uh...

the f***...?

Whaaat?

I'm hearing,

your chest is beating,

Oh baby, take my hand,

and close,

close your eyes...

Guys.

Guys, I think she drugged them.

No, no.

I mean... maybe they're

just really drunk.

I mean, dad passes out

all the time, right?

Wha- where are you going?

Summer!

Summer! Summer!

F***!

( muffled thumps )

Guys.

Shhh!

Guys.

( inside ) Oh, f***!

Hey, kids, I got something

for ya.

Clinton, Alicia,

time for breakfast.

Can we please go?

( door opens )

( music continues )

Alicia!

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