Super Dark Times Page #5

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Welcome, welcome.

Holy sh*t.

I love this room.

This place is f***ing incredible!

Look at all of them.

Holy f***.

It's a f***ing water bed.

You're f***ing kidding me!

Holy sh*t.

Look at that f***ing ass.

Is that his f***ing girlfriend?

Look at all these f***ing asses.

Holy f***ing sh*t!

Holy f***.

Holy f***. [grunts]

Dude, dude...

This is f***ing weed.

- Can I have some?

- No, you can't have some.

[Daryl] Dude, I'll buy it off you.

This is 100 bucks worth, more maybe.

You should really sell this.

I have no idea.

Does pot go bad?

I don't think so.

Then he'll probably be looking

for it when he gets back.

I mean, it might. I don't know.

Dude, like a pinch. Let me get one pinch.

- Why?

- I've never done it before.

- Have you?

- No.

- You?

- Yeah.

In Colorado this one time.

[Daryl] Was it awesome?

I don't know. Just the

lights get really bright,

- and then your head...

- He won't know.

Not enough for him to know.

How long has he been gone anyway?

A year. I mean...

He has eight years of

active duty, but Christmas...

He can't even smoke weed

while he's a f***ing Marine.

This isn't Vietnam or whatever.

They'll kick his ass out.

Please.

Please, please?

I'll think about it.

You'll think about it?

- That's what I said.

- Guys...

We should get a watermelon or something,

'cause these f***ing

nunchucks are pretty badass.

[Daryl] Let me f***ing see.

- [Zach] Come get 'em.

- No, I don't feel like getting up.

- [Zach] You're a bum

- [Daryl] F*** you.

Hey, guys.

He's got something cooler than those.

How sharp is it?

Well...

It's not bamboo grade, so...

It's not a real, real sword, but,

it's better than just a display thing.

We used to f***ing crush

milk cartons with this.

So, can we, like, do that?

This is so rad!

Yes!

[distorted] Oh, here

she comes. Motherf***er!

[all cheering]

[Charlie] That's so sick.

[Zach] Dude, do you wanna go?

- Yeah.

- Yeah, let Charlie go.

- [Charlie] Come on, let me go.

- Sure.

Here, use this.

Mm. Pretty sick.

Come on.

Come on.

Oh, f***.

[Josh] Here. Put it up on

this sh*t, like a tee-ball.

[Charlie] I'm not good at baseball.

[Josh] Keep your eyes on it.

[Charlie speaks indistinctly]

[Josh] Take a deep breath.

[coughs] Jesus!

The trick is you should make the

blade seem as light as possible

in your hands.

[Charlie] You all right over there?

What? Yeah.

- What's happening?

- It's nothing. Just don't worry about it.

- What's he doing?

- [Daryl coughs]

Daryl.

- Daryl, is that weed?

- Josh.

Daryl, did you take that bag

of weed from my brother's room?

I swear to God!

- Dude, it's a f***ing cigarette, man.

- Let me see it.

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