Super Dark Times Page #6

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- Daryl!

- Let me see that sh*t.

- Daryl!

- Come and get it, motherf***er.

Give it to me, I'm serious.

- You want it, come and get it.

- I'm not kidding, Daryl.

Don't f***ing blow smoke in my face.

- Daryl, come on...

- What?

If you took the bag,

you should give it back.

You guys are f***ing lame.

Lame!

- [Zach] It's all right. Calm down, Daryl.

- [Daryl coughing]

- [Josh] Daryl!

- [Zach] Josh.

Daryl, come on.

Daryl, come on.

What the f***, dude. Don't...

Don't do that.

F*** you guys.

[Josh] What the f***?

- A**hole!

- Dude, he's...

Just give him a minute.

How'd you like it if I came to

your house and took all your sh*t?

Can you relax?

Oh, you don't have anything.

You live in a f***ing duplex.

- Josh, can you stop?

- Motherf***er.

Just relax.

What?

Zach, thanks for inviting me out today.

Too bad your boyfriend's on the rag.

When you get home, make sure

to slap him around a little bit.

- Both of you just shut up.

- Keep him in f***ing line.

This is stupid, all right?

Daryl, give me the bag.

[shouting] F***!

[Charlie] Guess we should call it a day.

Here's your stuff, man.

Hey...

Dude, relax.

Relax.

- [Zach] Daryl.

- [Charlie] Daryl.

Daryl!

Stop! Stop!

Guys, what the f*** are you doing?

- What are you doing?

- Please, this is... Stop!

Guys, this is just... You're

being idiots right now.

- Okay? Can you just...

- [Charlie] Guys, please stop.

Stop!

[Zach] Guys, this is not a good idea.

[whimpering]

Josh...

- Josh!

- Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

- Josh, what did you...

- Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

What did you do? What are you doing?

[Daryl gasping]

[all clamoring]

I don't know. I don't know.

I don't know. Take it out.

All right. I'm gonna take it out.

What did you do! What did you f***ing do!

What did you do!

Josh, what the f*** did you do!

[gasping]

Okay, I'm gonna pull it out.

No, no, no. Don't take it out!

You're supposed to leave it in.

[Daryl gasping]

Daryl.

What the f***!

[gasping for air]

Daryl!

Oh, sh*t!

F***, f***, f***!

Daryl!

Daryl!

Daryl!

Daryl!

Is he...

I don't know. I don't know.

Zach, can you please...

It was an accident. Please believe me.

I know, I know.

I need you to calm down, okay?

I need you to calm down.

Zach...

[sobbing] Oh, no.

Daryl.

Daryl, are you awake?

Daryl.

Is he dead?

I can't...

I can't touch you.

He's dead. We're f***ed.

You stupid f***.

[sobbing]

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry!

Zach, what do we do?

[Zach] I don't know... I don't know...

[Josh] Zach!

[screaming] F***!

F***.

We have to go.

We have to go, right now.

What are you doing?

- We gotta leave.

- What are you doing?

I'm covering him up.

It's something, right? We just gotta,

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