Terrifier Page #2

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Can you hear me in there?

Oh god, it's gonna be a long

night.

(slow, ominous music)

(cranking)

(slow, ominous music)

Aww.

(slow, ominous music)

(Dawn giggling)

What are you doing?

Thanks.

(Dawn chuckling)

Okay, not for nothing,

but that's the nicest thing

a guy's done for you all night.

Seriously?

What the f***?

Here you go ladies.

Yes.

You two okay?

Oh, he's harmless.

You okay?

Don't worry, I'll take care of

him.

Enjoy your pizza.

(slow, ominous music)

What do you keep staring at?

That bag.

What do you think is in it?

I don't know, who cares?

Just eat your food.

You f***in' freak!

Get over here.

All night with you, you f***.

Enough.

(tense, dramatic music)

Get outta here.

(tense, dramatic music)

Take your sh*t, and don't come

back.

(tense, dramatic music)

Ramon, grab a mob and some

bleach.

Eh, you okay?

[Man] Yeah, I'm alright.

(slow, ominous music)

[Dawn] What do you think

that guy did in there?

[Tara] Who knows.

[Dawn] Probably jizzed

all over the place,

f***ing pervert.

[Tara] Stop.

What?

I'm telling you that guy

totally whacked off in there.

He was obviously turned on by

you.

You're f***in' sick.

You know that?

(dogs barking)

What?

- Look at your hand.

- Oh, Jesus Christ.

Look, at least he had the

courtesy to do

whatever he did in private.

I mean, he could have

whipped it out right there.

I really don't need the

visual.

[Dawn] Well are you okay to

drive?

Yeah, trust me, that

sobered me right the f*** up.

- Oh my god.

- What?

Your tire.

F*** me.

Has it been like this the whole

time?

I think I would have said

something if I'd noticed

that your tire had exploded.

Why does this sh*t always

happen to me?

[Tara] Do you have a spare?

It's on the car.

Wow.

I'm starting to feel sick.

Just, give me your phone.

I'll call my sister.

(slow, ominous music)

Yo Steve, this is sick.

I better get overtime for this.

No joke, this is disgusting.

You got me cleanin' piss

and sh*t at one o'clock

in the morning.

Let the guy who handles

food take care of it,

real f***in' sanitary.

Steve, time and a half, or I'm

out.

You hear me?

(rock music)

(phone ringing)

Hello?

[Tara] Hi, it's me.

Tara?

Yeah, my phone died.

I'm calling from Dawn's.

Ah.

Your phone died.

Can you ever go out

without using social media

every 30 seconds?

I think you're the only one in

America

who has that sort of restraint.

Yeah, that's probably right.

[Tara] Did I wake you?

No, I am studying for

my midterm tomorrow.

Oh, sh*t.

Why, what is it?

What is it, Tara?

Dawn and I are sort

of stranded right now.

She has a flat tire and no spare

and I was kind of hoping

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