Victor Crowley Page #2

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across the board.

Yes. Thank you...

Ma'am.

- So, I, survivor,

tell me more about it.

- Did you read it?

- It's on my list, yeah...

- Well, this book was

probably the hardest thing

I've ever done in my life.

- Wow, besides single-handedly

defeating the alleged ghost

of local legend "Victor crowley"?

- Not alleged.

- There hasn't been

any sightings

or incidents

since the tragedy.

Why wait ten years

to write this book?

- I had started

and stopped a few times.

It was hard. I mean,

obviously I've never

written a book before.

- Obviously.

- But thankfully they paired me

with a far more experienced

writer to help me

named Joe knetter.

As you know, I was just

a paramedic before all of this.

- Ten years later!

You are like the oj Simpson

of honey island swamp,

wouldn't you say?

- Ah, no, I wouldn't.

- We'll be right back with more

ghost stories from Andrew yong

when the Sabrina show returns.

- He is so hot.

I want to have

fifteen babies with him.

- Babe, I'm sitting right here.

- We already agreed

Andrew yong is my free pass.

- Yeah, well that was before

there was a chance

you might actually meet him

because free passes don't work

if you're going to meet

the person in real life.

- Wait, how is that fair?

You could run into

a celebrity anywhere.

Especially once

our movie gets made.

We'll be going to premieres,

Hollywood parties...

- Andrew yong

is not a celebrity.

- Is that jealousy I detect?

- No, it's not jealousy.

Jealousy?

Yeah, right.

This guy is so full of sh*t

he could probably open up,

like, a sh*t restaurant...

With sh*t... whatever.

- Ooh, sick burn, Alex.

- Will you just stay

out of this, rose.

I'm tired.

- You used all the hot water.

- I took a shower last night.

- It's your fault.

- It's always your fault, Alex.

Rose!

- They're just b*obs, Chloe.

- Friends aren't supposed to

see each other naked this much.

- I'm okay with it.

- Don't even.

- Hey, you're the one who said

I couldn't have my own room,

Ms. director.

If I have to share this

condemned hotel with you

and listen to you two awkwardly

do it all night long,

I think you can deal with

my tits for a few minutes.

- Wait, you heard us?

- Depends.

Do you mean the minute long

one at around midnight

or three minutes

at around two-thirty?

"Do you think

she can hear us?"

"Oh, no,

she's definitely asleep."

"Oh, stop! Stop!

Exit only, exit only!"

Which by the way, Chloe,

you're missing out

in a major way, you prude.

- I'm sorry that you

couldn't have your own room

but we're on a budget, okay?

- Clearly.

I think I just got gonorrhea

from the shower.

I need to stop on the way to

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