Exeter a.k.a. Backmask Page #5

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What do you want to do

for me, honey huh?

Maybe you can come up to my truck

and we can figure it out.

- What do you have in mind?

- What've you got to offer mer?

Listen, that's my girlfriend, okay?

You f***ing touch me again,

I'll blow your head off.

Alright, alright. Okay.

Now we know. Now we know. Okay.

What the f*** is that?

Bad plumbing.

What've you got?

The hot one upstairs?

What's that suppose to mean?

- Greer, you really don't want to go up there.

- Wait, wait, wait...

Sir. You have no probable cause

to be here right now.

- You said something?

- No!

F*** this chasseresse.

There's really nothing up there

you want to see.

- Who is he?

- No, no, no...

Come out and play.

Party time.

Hello.

What the sh*t is this?

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

- What's he doing?

- Rory.

Oh god!

F*** this sh*t!

Go, go go...

My God, my God, my God...

Oh my god!

Did you see that?

Yeah I'm f***ing wearing

his f*** head!

Stop it!

Oh sh*t!

Holy f***!

- Oh my go! What the f***!

- What do I do! What do I do!

Oh... my... God...!

What the f***!

What the f***!

Oh my God!

Oh my god.

Is that Conway?

F***!

- What the f*** happened?

- He jumped!

Is he alive?

No pulse.

Sh*t!

- Who are you calling?

- I'm calling the cops!!

- He's dead!

- Stop!

You can't just call the police.

Oh sh*t! what the f*** is that?

What is that?

No, dude. I'm on probation man.

I can't do this sh*t.

- This is on you man.

- Your the one who killed him, man!

You're the one who brought him out when

your psycho brother killed Greer!

Rory's possessed!

You asso!

Don't you touch me!

Don't you.

Hey, you guys are starting to freak me out.

So shut the f*** up!

You guys!

We have to clean this stuff up.

Alright, we got 2 options.

We hide him or

we're going to jail.

Oh...

My god...

F***!

F***!

I got to go.

I got to go get help..

Nobody leaves.

Nobody leaves.

Don't f***ing touch me.

Look, just... uh.

What do we need to do here, okay ?

Oh my god.

Who wants to spend the next decade

getting fist on B block, huh?

So let's get rid of him.

- I think it's best if we just bury him okay?

- No.

- Or we burn the place.

- F*** yeah, let's torch it.

- We're not torching sh*t.

- Shut up!

Here is what we're gonna do.

We take out their teeth.

We saw them into manageable pieces,

Melt them down in acid.

Grind the remaining into a fine paste.

Pour that sh*t in jam jars and

then we're going to

disperse them in dumpsters all over town.

Any questions? Concerns?

Where are we going to get jam jars.

We are not dismembering a priest.

- If they're identified, we're f*** Patrick.

- Who cares if they're identified?

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