Friday The 13th: A New Beginning Page #3

for any of us.

So let's just have breakfast.

I'm sorry, Violet.

- Where's Eddie?

- He's upstairs.

Would you mind telling Eddie

to come downstairs?

Tommy? Would you mind?

Yeah, all right.

Relax, Chief. What's wrong,

no sense of humor?

Can't you take a joke?

It's all right, Tommy!

It's gonna be all right.

Just relax.

You're gonna be just fine.

I'm gonna chop you into

itty-bitty little pieces, my friend.

Just like they done to that piggo

over at that f***ing crazy farm.

You big dildo. Eat your f***ing slop.

Ain't I make the best

God damn stew in the world?

Best God damn stew in the world!

It's that God damn coyote,

trying to kill my lot again.

I'll show that bastard

once and for all, Junior.

Holy sh*t! Who the f*** are you

and what the f*** do you want?

I'd like to earn a meal.

- Yeah? What do you do?

- Whatever you need done.

OK. Clean all the sh*t

out of the chicken coop

and dump it behind the shed.

You come back here after that

and I'll fill your stomach.

Yes, ma'am.

That is one f***ing ugly man

that goes there.

- One f***ing ugly man, Mama.

- Would you shut your trap?!

You ain't so pretty yourself,

you know.

I ain't so pretty myself, I know.

I want every inch of this area

combed thoroughly.

- Bring back anything you find.

- Yes, sir.

- What the hell's going on here?

- You talking to me, Sheriff?

I thought you was talking to me.

No, Roy. It's OK.

Go ahead. Get them out of here.

Looks like we got us a maniac

on the loose, huh, Sheriff?

Lana! Hey, Lana!

Sorry, buster. We're closed.

It's OK,

I just want a take-out order.

You do? What would you like?

I'd like Lana to go with nothing on.

And who wants her?

The pride of the Unger

Institute of Mental Health,

who's dumped his last bedpan

and would like very much to party.

Lana...

I don't know, I'll have to ask her.

Hey, Lana. You want Billy?

You sure?

She wants you, too. But you'll

have to wait till she's done.

There. I'm going to party.

It's show time!

That's it.

That's it. That's the whole

f***ing thing right there.

There it is.

You just stay right there, doll.

That's just what the doctor ordered.

A little preventive medicine.

And the forecast is...

cloudy in the mountains,

sunny in the valleys,

and snow flurries up your nose.

Girl, you are so hot.

What the f*** is she doing?

Jesus Christ! Come on, will you?

You bad kitty.

I don't like you any more.

I feed you,

and you scare me like that.

Go on, kitty.

Sorry.

Billy, what are you doing?

It's cold.

This is cute.

I like this. A whole lot.

You'll waste a lot of money

this way, smartie.

Oh, well,

that just means more for me.

Yummy.

Oh, my God. Billy!

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