Idle Hands Page #4

You lied.

You killed me, all right?

Try and keep this thing in perspective.

I was bitter about the

getting-killed-by-my-best-friend thing.

But I got over it.

So why you here?

We need a place to kick it.

Don't be selfish.

No one else's parents are dead.

No, not why are you "here" here.

I mean...

...are you flesh-eating zombies

back from hell to exact revenge?

Is that it?

Why would we go to hell?

We're not bad.

It's not like we're good,

but at least we don't kill people!

I didn't kill anybody on purpose.

Yeah, well, we weren't in hell.

There was this bright light

at the end of a long tunnel.

There were all these chicks' voices.

And that music.

Music?

Kind of uncool music, like Enya.

And these chicks were saying...

..." Come to us.

Come towards the light."

So what happened?

We figured, f*** it.

I mean, it was really far.

I've got to ask.

What's with the hand?

It doesn't obey me at all.

The only thing I can come up with is,

it's possessed.

Do you guys know anything

about Satan or evil or...?

No.

But we know somebody who does.

Did you know them well?

Not really.

You?

Yeah, they were great.

I just feel really bad, you know,

because I was always so mean to them.

Like this one time, they asked me

to go on a double-date...

...and I thought they were 'tards,

because there's only one of me.

So I told them to go blow each other.

Did they?

The way you treated them...

...the guilt must be making you feel

like sh*t inside.

Randy!

You're still in high school?

Yeah, me, I got out

about three years ago.

I need your help.

What are you playing,

a little two-ball?

I gotta talk to you.

There's serious stuff going on.

Anton, can't you see I'm getting

a little action over here?

Oh, man. I can't believe

you cock-blocked me like that.

I thought we were buds.

Randy, wait!

I didn't mean to mess you up.

Listen.

I need your help.

Piss off!

Fresh tomatoes...

Hey! Who are you?

New. Drive-thru duty.

Excuse me.

Sorry.

- Break time.

- All right.

Give me the Big Five with

the Spicy Safari Fries...

...the African Apple Turnover...

...and the Raspberry Rainforest Shake.

Slap some extra mustard

on that Jungle Burger.

Tell me everything you know

about the devil.

Are you out of your f***ing mind?

You listen to satanic music.

You must've picked up something.

Look, it's just music.

Like Mozart and that other fag...

Keep it clean.

Who, Beethoven?

That's the guy. It's just like

their music, only louder.

You gotta know.

I'm desperate.

Oh, man!

Here!

A**hole!

It's my hand. It's like it's got

a mind of its own.

It makes me do things

I don't want it to do.

I used to be like that.

Get into all kinds of stupid sh*t.

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