Death Race 2050 Page #5

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So, how do you feel

about the Death Race, Annie?

ANNIE:
Um...

(CHUCKLES)

You see, open-ended questions...

Much better interview.

I just got

a message from a fan.

An easy scoring opportunity,

take a left.

And it's great to see so many of

you Asian parents turn out today!

You're the lifeblood

of every school.

(WHEELCHAIRS CLAN KING)

Wait a minute, wait a minute,

I think I see our VIP coming.

Yes, there he is!

Let's give him a warm Bieber

Elementary School welcome!

(CROWD CHEERING)

What are they doing?

Trying to boost test scores.

(CHILDREN CHEERING)

Don't move,

boys and girls, stay still.

Easy pickings.

(BODIES THUDDING, SQUELCHING)

(SCREAMING)

(THUDDING)

No soft spots, huh?

Wheelchairs f***

up my paint job.

Hmm.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Oh, that Frankenstein.

He sure has a sense of humor.

(LAUGHING)

And now he's got

a real doozy of points!

(BEEPING)

(BEEPING)

Hmm. Left turn here.

ABE:
Left turn.

Pedestrian sighted.

(GASPS, WHIMPERING)

(SIGHS) Only one year

short of the bonus.

ABE:
He will suffice.

Crank me up.

ABE:
Increasing stimulation.

Is this is the right spot?

Yes, yes,

yes,yes!

Yeah, yeah! Kill him!

(GRUNTING)

(GROANING)

ABE:
It's a trap.

Rerouting.

Sorry.

(ENGINES REVVING)

(POUNDING)

(ALL YELLING)

What the f***?

Hey,hey,hey,

back,back!

People of America!

We address you in your home

via the vile

Virtual Reality plague!

(INDEEP VOICE)

We can rise up!

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(BEEPING)

We can overthrow the government!

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

The people's voice will...

What?

The camera isn't running.

Are you kidding me?

Well, I'm sorry, I'm ruining your

speech, but the light went off.

Oh, sh*t.

Kill her, I guess.

ABE:
Hello and goodbye.

Ten points.

Toaster...

It's raining in my mind...

Have a nice day.

You've got mail.

Kill, kill,

kill, points, ten points.

Butterflies...

Steaming... Gerbils.

Ten points.

Hey, babe.

ABE:
Ten points.

Kill.

Hey, are you okay?

You remember me, don't you?

I'm your girlfriend.

ABE:
Tens... You look sexy.

You're my shiny sex machine.

ABE:
Ten points...

Searching, searching.

Do you want me to

make love to you?

ABE:
Scanning face...

No match.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

ABE:
Ten points.

Well, we're back, and who

could have seen that coming!

I mean,

scoring your own proxy.

Does it count? I don't

even know if it counts!

It counts! Wow!

Nobody is safe

anymore and I love it!

What?

It looks like Abe

has abandoned the race.

ABE:
Why am I here?

Why am I programmed to hate?

So much for GPS.

Don't tell me you

were cheering for Abe.

Everybody's got a favorite.

Just because

The Chairman loves you.

Come on, everybody knows you play

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