Suspension

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Hush, hush-a-bye

Don't you cry

Go to sleep

My little baby

When, when you wake

You shall have

All the pretty little horses

Dapples and grays

Pintos and bays

All the pretty little horses

Way down yonder

In the meadow

Poor little baby

crying "Mama"

Buzzards and flies

Pecking out his eyes

Poor little baby

crying "Mama"

Dapples and grays

Pintos and bays

All the pretty little horses

Dapples and grays

Pintos and bays

All the pretty little horses

Hush, hush-a-bye

Don't you cry

Go to sleep

My little baby

Welcome back to the nuthouse,

you motherfuckers.

Tonight we have a very special guest.

This sick bastard went

on a spree 10 years ago...

and killed eight people... including

his own son... with a claw hammer.

I give you Tom Hanson.

Show them your face.

Show them your face!

Come on! Show them your face!

Show 'em your face!

Give it to me! Give me the Taser!

Give me the Taser!

Anyways, let's get back

to what you paid for.

First up is a request from Lumberjack28...

who wants to see me shove Pokey up his ass.

Oh, Jesus, Paula, stop already.

What the f*** are you doing

using my real name?

- I cut.

- Are you gonna p*ssy out, too, like Steve?

- No, it...

- I told you you'd get paid.

Now get to work, b*tch.

- Oh, sh*t.

- Oh, sh*t, he's gone!

Oh, sh*t! Sh*t!

Shut up! I've got this.

Keep the camera rolling.

Come out, piggy, piggy.

Come to Mama.

Tom, it's time to come out!

You do not want to keep Mama waiting.

Oh, Paula, look out!

Oh, no! No, don't!

Please don't! Oh, God! Help! Help!

No! No!

Please. Don't.

No, no, no. Please don't.

Please. Don't. No, no, no.

Don't. Please. Don't do it!

Don't! No!

Oh, God!

No.

This isn't art class, Emily.

This is science.

Good Lord.

And this isn't art.

- Emily, I just don't know what to say.

- I'm sorry.

We'll discuss this later.

Freak.

- Theresa!

- What?

I hope to see some of you

in church this Sunday.

Emily, could you stay behind, please?

I'd like a word with you.

So, here we are again.

You're not getting this back.

Please, Miss Miller, they're just drawings.

They are a cry for help.

No, I promise, I won't

draw like this anymore.

When you demonstrate that for the rest of

the term, we'll see what we can do.

- But...

- The road to salvation can be difficult, my dear...

full of trials and tribulations.

- Your father was an evil man deep inside...

- I'm not like him.

Well, of course you're not.

Of course you're not.

But you need to open yourself up...

and accept Jesus Christ,

our Lord and Savior, into your heart.

I want you to draw him.

That's where you'll find salvation.

- But the story, it helps me...

- Enough, Emily.

You do know what happens

to sinners, don't you?

They burn in hell.

That's what's going

to happen to your parents.

Is that what you want for yourself?

Well, is it?

Emily! Come back here.

You walk out that door, you're suspended!

Sorry.

- Are you all right?

- Jason.

Jason, I have the perfect idea for tonight.

I just can't take it anymore.

Maybe we could go over to my house later...

Hey. So did she give you back your book?

Kind of. I think I'm suspended though.

Seriously? Damn. What are you gonna do?

I don't want to talk about it.

Okay, it's cool.

About Frank's party tonight,

I really want to go.

No. I told you I have to look after Jeremy.

Stop asking.

Emily, it's really weird how you started

talking about your brother lately.

What's weird about it? He's my brother.

You said you'd come hang out with us.

Remember?

Come on, Emily. Everyone's gonna be there.

Seriously? Tonight?

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