Deathgasm Page #5

---

your cock is hanging out."

And then when they

look down... Boom!

You punch them in the face.

My dad taught me that.

All right, ladies.

From the top.

- Goddamn,

I have the worst headache.

- Were we asleep?

- Amps are buggered.

- Guys...

Guys, do I look different?

More, like... more powerful?

- You could be

weaker than before.

- Something f***ed up happened.

Man, my head is throbbing.

- Something went wrong.

It didn't work.

- What are you

talkin' about, dude?

Wouldn't it be crazy if-

if the music had something

to do with demons?

- Demons?

Demons?

Demons? What?

- F***!

What do you want,

a**hole?

- Can you hear the trumpets,

Brodie?

They're getting louder.

The Blind One is coming.

He's going to suck out

your intestines

for a thousand years

and use your ribs

as toothpicks.

- Urn... okay.

- Did I mention

he's going to roast your

nuts over an open fire?

While they are still attached,

of course.

- Ah. No, Terry.

You didn't mention that.

- Well, he is.

- Mr Capenhurst,

are you okay?

- Oh my God.

Oh my God.

- There was just

blood everywhere,

from every hole.

It was crazy.

- Weird.

- Yeah, it was mental, man.

Medina, too. Just-

just totally ignored me.

- Did she say why?

- No.

Feels like everybody

in my neighborhood

has gone insane.

- This town has always

been f***in' crazy.

Probably the Illuminati,

pouring f***in' fluoride in

the water or something.

What the f***

is that noise?

Dad?

For f***'s sake.

Dad?

Dad?

Dad, what the f***

are you doing?

Dad?

What are you doing?

- What's wrong with him?

Is he drunk?

- I don't think so.

Dad, talk to me.

Look, I'm going to take this

t-shirt off your face.

Yeah?

Yeah, yeah, yeah,

yeah, yeah. It's okay.

F***!

- What the f*** is he doing?

- Holy f***!

- Whoa!

- I can see you.

- Oh f***!

- Brutal.

- Should we check his pulse?

- He has a f***ing

engine for a head.

I don't think he's gonna be

walking this one off, man.

- Sh*t.

Your Dad, I'm... F***.

I'm really sorry.

- F***!

You know,

it's weird but

I think he would've

wanted to go out like this.

- His eyes ripped out,

face grinded off,

and then head mounted

under a car engine?

- Totally.

For whom the bell tolls,

old man.

- Oh f***.

F***!

Dude, dude,

I am so sorry.

F***, man,

this is all my fault.

Okay. F***.

I translated those pages,

and - and - and

they were to do with -

with summoning demons, okay?

And now people

are turning crazy.

Like, possessed crazy.

- You knew that was

some black magic sh*t

and you didn't f***in' tell me?

- I didn't want you

to think I was crazy.

- It's a bit f***in' late now,

isn't it'?

This is f***ing twisted, man.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes