Deadgirl

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Hey, yo, JT. Man, what word

starts with "F" and ends with "U-C-K"?

Come on.

Fire truck, man.

What are you, eight?

Man it's too hot for this sh*t.

F***in' drills.

Hey, Bar go long. Come on.

Whoa!

What are you staring at?

Johnny.

Rickie, she's just a

waste of your time, man.

No, man.

She's not so bad.

Sorry. Here you go.

Hey, let's blow this. C'mon..

Nobody will notice.

Let's get outta here.

Alright.

Rickie's cuttin' class, man.

I can't hardly believe it.

Well, you better believe it now.

Sh*t, man, I just keep thinking all the

fun stuff you're missing, you know.

You're missing uh,

the f***in', gay coach Hankens.

And f***in' f*ggot gym showers and f***in'

queer jock motherfuckers

f***in' with you all day long.

You missed all those things.

I know you do.

- Yeah?

- Yeah, you miss that, right?

Joann Skinner.

Oh Rickie!

Rickie, Rickie, Rickie.

Come on, man! Let that sh*t go!

Come on, man, let it up!

Rickie!!!

Rickie you got to get

over that sh*t, man!

Fourth grade's a long time ago.

You lost Joann to puberty

and you ain't gettin' her back.

You should have f***ed her when you were

nine when you had the chance, boy!

Look, man, what are we gonna do?

All right, all right,

all right, all right.

Quit you're whining.

Look, I brought some brews.

- Oh yeah.

- All right, but not right here.

Let's go to the nuthouse.

Whaddya say?

What, the nuthouse?

The nuthouse, man?

Why would you want to go there?

'Cause it's f***in' hot out.

You've got a better idea?

I guess not, man.

JT, man, aren't there any

security guards there or something?

There's no f***ing

security guards, man.

The place is dead.

The place is deader than dead.

Come on.

We always talked about goin' in there.

Lets do it.

The place is f***ing huge.

Think of all the crazies that lived here.

You trying to scare me?

Oh, man. I'm just saying.

All the drugs they used to serve out here.

Sh*t.

Keep us floating for a lifetime.

- Hell yeah.

- Right!

Hey!

I think it's time for some warm beer.

Yeah!

Alright, Rick.

It's not as scary as

it looks on the outside, man.

- Uh-huh.

- Kind of like it here.

I bet you would,

f***ing padded walls and all.

F***ing dick.

Well, it sure beats hangin' out

in that parking lot. That's for sure.

You want to see real scary though?

You gotta go down to the tunnel.

These tunnels, they go to all

the other buildings, that way

they wouldn't have to take the

real dangerous patients outside

to get them to a different cell or something.

They never went outside?

Not the murderers.

Or the real f***ed-up ones.

They kept murderers in here man?

JT.

C'mon man, where'd you go?

Boo!

Ha ha!

What are you, eight?

Oh, come on.

You were scared just a little bit.

Quit f***ing around, JT.

It didn't work a second ago

and it ain't working now.

JT.

I'm not doing anything.

What the hell is that?

Oh, sh*t.

I thought you said there

weren't any guard dogs.

That ain't no guard dog.

Run, run!!!

Holy sh*t!

Sh*t!

Man, I haven't been that scared since those

cop chased us down on the Fourth of July.

Yeah, well I'd rather deal with

pissed-off pigs than pissed-off dogs.

Come on.

There's gotta be a way out of here.

There's got to be.

I think I see a door down here.

Man, it looks like a dead end.

Oh yeah. There's definitely

a door back here, Rickie.

Where do you think that goes?

I hope it goes out of here.

Darn it!

Come here and help me move this stuff.

It's locked JT. I -

That's not locked, just rusted shut.

Come here and help me, man.

Push.

Push boy.

Push harder, man.

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