Shrooms Page #4

and he put them

into the Black Brother's

soup bowl.

Little did he know.

Well, think about it.

All that sexual repression,

all that good old Catholic guilt

and violence unleashed.

And what?

Yeah, come on, spit it out.

And 78 people

were massacred that night.

Butchered beyond belief.

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Two bodies

were never accounted for.

The Black Brother

and the Lonely Twin.

They're said to haunt the woods

round here.

Jesus Christ, enough.

l wouldn't blaspheme

if l were you.

They took great offence to that.

Stop f***ing with her, man.

Yeah, and l don't

wanna have nightmares.

No, seriously,

strange things happen up here

around shroom season.

You know, reports of mysterious

figures lurking in the woods,

people getting hit

by stones that seem

to fly out of nowhere.

Some have even gone

missing only for their bodies

to turn up mutilated,

but always have

one thing in common.

The injuries have been inflicted

by a 3-inch steel blade.

l don't like this story.

She's right, okay? Shut up.

That's...

Okay.

Great. Thanks for

the heart attack

in my sleep.

Yeah, thanks, Jake.

So l guess that concludes

the story, right?

Good night, Tara.

l don't care.

Good night, guys.

Baby, we're not

supposed to until tomorrow.

l know, but it's

supposed to heighten

the sexual experience tenfold.

Hm. Mm.

lnteresting.

Sh*t.

What? What?

There's someone there.

Oh, baby, there's nobody there.

lt's the shrooms.

No, there was.

That motherf***er!

No, Troy, don't go out there.

Bluto, get the f*** out here!

You peeping Tom

motherf***er. l know you were

outside my tent, man.

No, but you're outside mine.

Do you see the steroids,

you f***ing testosterone head?

Look what they do to you.

You're pathetic.

You're gonna get hurt.

No, no, no. It's okay.

l know martial arts. It's okay.

Oh, my God. Are you okay?

Sh*t. Sorry.

You broke my f***ing nose.

F*** you! F***!

Troy, are you okay?

You don't hit people in the face.

What, you think he wanted

a peek at your hairy stash?

You know what, b*tch?

At least my tits are real.

You wanna play like that,

Chewbacca? Because

l will rip that hair right off you.

Guys, chill out, really.

Well, there was someone there.

lt was me.

l needed to take a piss.

l walked past your tent.

That's bullshit.

lt's late. Everyone's tired.

Come on, lads, make up.

F*** you.

Eat me.

Get away from me.

Listen, Lisa, it wasn't me.

Oh, yeah?

Well, who else was it, then?

Come on, are you serious?

l'm so sick of this.

Our bickering,

the mood swings when you

go on those stupid steroids

and the fights

and your pimply ass.

And most of all

your perverted 'behaviour.

Okay. We'll start doing it

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