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You okay?
Lena, you okay?
- You sure?
- Yeah.
Yeah, um...
hey, you know what?
Sorry.
You want me to go
check on Lena?
Just to make sure she's fine.
Hey, Lena.
You okay?
Lena, what's wrong?
Yo. Hey, Lena.
What happened?
Um... Malik?
- Seriously?
- My bad.
yesterday.
Man...
all right, I got this.
Batteries, batteries.
It's been over a day, Adam.
Listen, I need to know whether.
It's going to be me or you
telling Malik.
We owe it to him.
Are you even sure it's mine?
- Malik and I haven't...
- Haven't what?
It's been a while.
F***!
He's my f***ing...
He's my f***ing best friend.
And he's my fianc.
Adam, I am pregnant...
and you're the father.
Just cover your f***ing camera.
Do you think
I wanted this to happen?
Hey, hey, come on, come on.
Listen.
We can go see someone,
fix this, no one's hurt.
- What the f***?
- What? What?
F*** you!
I don't need you.
I'll tell Malik myself.
And whether or not I keep this,
and whether or not he walks,
I still don't f***ing need you!
What?
You heard me.
Fine.
Decision made.
F*** me, f*** you, f*** him.
God damn it.
Oh, sh*t! Jesus!
What the f***?
F*** it!
What the f***?
Sir, what the f***?
Sir...
Wait, wait, wait,
hold on, hold on.
Hold on, man.
Oh, no. What?
Hey!
Stop! Stop!
Oh, f***. F***!
Amen.
No, no, no, no!
Hey!
F***!
Holy sh*t!
- Oh, f***!
- Help me!
Sh*t!
Adam, run.
Go find her!
Go!
I'm sorry, man.
Whoa.
What...
The f***.
Oh, sh*t.
F***!
Oh, f***!
- Lena!
- Adam!
F*** you, b*tch!
F***.
Lena, calm down.
I'm here, I'm here.
- Come on.
- Aah! Aah!
Get it the f*** out of me!
Get it... out of me!
Aah!
Oh...
Oh, sh*t.
What the...
Joni!
Oh, f***!
No! Joni!
Oh, Jesus!
Get the f***...
Go!
Oh, f***!
Oh!
Oh, sh*t!
F***.
Oh, f***.
Come on!
God, help me! Come on!
Oh, sh*t!
Oh, f***!
F***! F***!
F***!
F***.
Oh, f***. Oh, f***.
Come on, come on, come on,
come on, come on.
Papa.
Hey, baby, so I got you both
aspirin and ibuprofen,
Because I figured...
Oh, no.
Help!
Somebody help me!
Why did you do this?
Come taste the flesh.
Of our slaughtered beast,
earth creature.
Yeah, so we can eat your body
and collect your skin suit.
Aha! You fell for our trap,
earth fool.
Now you will be
our delicious murder.
Quick, put him
in my digestive container.
So I can feed off
of his life juice.
What the f***?
Put that dog down, rattlebox.
You keep feeding him raw
hot dogs, he's gonna get sick.
I don't want to be the one
pulling tapeworms.
Our of our dog's behind.
- Oh, tank.
- Ass worms.
- Are you guys filming this?
- Affirmative.
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