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Look! What is that?

Mum, are you okay?

Oh, I must have dozed off.

- Anyone come in? - It's been quiet.

- I don't know how we make it. - Daddy left us some money.

Were you dreaming about daddy?

I don't remember my dream.

For those of you who just came to.

Welcome to Doom Room, boys and girls and...

whatever else that is sitting out there in the dark lying to themselves.

Our matinee today is Top Notch, Kabuki Skincrawl.

But... I hasten to add that what you will see here this afternoon,

though shocking is not just some jaded exhibition, but is based in science.

- What do you want? - What do you got?

- What do you want? Leave us alone. - We can't do that.

We are the youth of America,

endeavoring against insurmountable odds, to eke out a living.

- My...! - Just get on with it, okay!

Which one of you guys is older?

Hey, he asked you a fucking question, Wrinkles!

I'm older.

Really? That's nasty.

You're a little liar, aren't you.

Stay still.

- What... what. What do you? - Hey, Wrinkle working here.

This is our fucking office hours. You wanna hold her down.

Hey! We are just here for the red, Boxx!

- Ay! Ay! Ay! Ay! - We just here for the red. Just the red.

It's gonna heal, okay.

- I hope you animals die! - Yeah. That'll be nice.

The death toll in the US alone from months of terrorist blitz attacks

is now officially over 9 million.

And 7 American cities, including New York and

Los Angeles remain destroyed by the war.

In local news, murder statistics in Muskee have officials more concerned than ever.

This week alone there have been a reported 57 murders and 80 rapes.

And chief of police Harris advises citizens...

Should have burned it to the ground.

Anyone stupid enough to go there is asking for it.

Tell me again how it was with daddy.

You must be tired of that by now.

I wasn't born yet when he went off to fight.

Only Anna was.

He knew your soul. The sweet girl that you'd be.

- He sang to me when I was inside you? - Everyday.

Rock-a-bye Peggy on the tree top.

When the wind blows the...

- Kate, it's Gerri. - Please, I'm hungry.

The customers do not want to see you. Just stay away!

Gerri!

It's Peggy.

You are always the good one.

I gotta go.

- Where have you been? - I went in front to get some air.

Can I bring you anything while you decide?

How are your lubricants prepared?

Four coffees. Black. We try to hold it down.

You can try to hold it down, but you know that I'll win.

Today's special is burgers and the pie is fresh.

Pie? Does it come with the kitty and the grandma we can torture?

We don't eat pie. We fucking despise pie. We want meat. Big nasty pieces of meat.

- Alright, Celia? - The bigger, the better.

- Like I said, the burgers... - Well, there's the... the**.

I ought to get your coffees and put in your order.

We gonna need a couple of pounds of ice, angel.

Crushed.

Sure.

We gotta get there, Jak. They're waiting. They're gonna buy from somebody else.

It's gonna hold. We have ice, it's gonna hold.

I want to go to the piss.

Can you fucking believe this?

Have you tried these colors?

Did you make these?

The pies?

My mother made them.

Pies aren't very popular at your table.

Yeah, my friends are **.

They say pain transforms the sensitive into cynics. I read that somewhere.

- What's your name? - Peggy.

You ever out of here?

You never go anywhere? Or is this like your existential mode?

Your arc?

No.

- How old are you? - I'm almost 17.

Do you have a boyfriend?

I bet you want to see the world?

My mother says that there isn't much left of the world.

Plenty left, if you know where you to go.

Is that her?

I don't think my mum likes seeing your friends in here.

You're pretty.

I bet everybody tells you that.

I might be in your neighborhood tonight.

I don't sleep a lot. My mind kind of have its mind of its own.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

I... usually go out around midnight. I take in the devastation.

Maybe I'll see you around, Peggy.

You have a girlfriend.

Her?

She is just something to scribble on.

You...

are something I haven't seen in a long time.

- What does he want? - Just talk.

About what?

Pie.

Look at them. No respect for anything.

They just want something to eat, like everyone else.

He is nice.

We're closing early. No charge for the coffee

- We didn't get our burgers. - We want our food.

Sorry.

- You're not sorry. - I want you all out of here.

- I don't know what to say to you. - She's a bitch.

- Cunt. - Shut up, Celia.

We don't eat where we're not welcomed.

- Hey, bitch cunt... Is that your daughter? - Shut up!

You shut up. Is that your daughter?

I feel sorry for her.

You got something ugly inside of you and it wants out.

I don't wanna be around when it starts hissing.

You fucking skank. We don't want to be here anyway.

Screw you, little sweetie. Fuck you.

They're from Muskeet. I can smell it on them.

They weren't hurting anyone, mother.

They came to exploit us. To exploit you.

- He was being friendly. - It was a trick.

Everything people in Muskeet do is a goddamn trick!

I'm not losing another daughter.

I have to grow up sometime.

What you have to do is make your father and sister proud.

Be what they can't be since the world murdered them.

You are the future of our family.

All that we have left.

Is it obscene? Or is it Science?

Poetry or pornography?

You have to be the judge.

Come on, take a stand for once in your vacuous insufferable lives.

The act you will see in a few moments is not an offering of mere sensation

but a bona-fide scientific demonstration.

Not for the faint of heart, nor the weak of will.

Let me caution those of you whose nerves are not what they used to be.

Get the fuck out now!

No, no.

Couldn't sleep. Went for a walk. I'm fine...

Pie is good. You're asking for trouble, angel.

What are you doing in here?

Short circuiting tragedy.

The world has big teeth.

Eats girls like you for kicks. If somebody is not looking out for them.

Expose their bathroom windows and shut like a joke.

Anybody could just pass in.

And you came to fix it?

I came for the pies.

Well you can't be in here. We're closed.

Maybe you just look that way.

- You never told me your name? - Jak.

With no "C".

Oh! Where did it go? You have to have a "C".

What will you do, if you have to say "cat" or "California"?

There is no more California. Haven't you heard?

I heard.

Come here.

I'm not going to hurt you. Come here.

It's my sister Anna's. Anna usually wear lipstick.

So... do you always come out after dark?

We gotta go after it. Or I don't come after you.

I like that.

So what do you do? There is nothing to do.

- Did your mother tell you that? - I've heard around.

You don't need to know what around is, do you?

Not exactly.

Did you tell me that you'd be around tonight,

so I'd come here and you could hurt me

Maybe I hoped you could take away my hurt?

They say everybody gets what they deserve.

Well, I hope they're right.

Come on.

- Aren't you tots out a little late? - Not yet.

Mummy let you out?

Jak, I should go home.

Don't you want to get out?

I shouldn't be out long. My mum will be worried sick.

We got places to be, Jak. Things to sell, Jak.

I'm not going to let anything happen to you. Except what you want.

Smile...

I wanna RIDE...

with my twisty turvy baby

by my SIDE...

As we... As we whiz along the highway.

We'll hug and snuggle

and have a little STRUGGLE!

Struggle, the act of promiscuous love play, usage evolved during W.W.III..

Personally recommended.

You can have your walkin' under moonlight beams.

At a hundred miles an hour let me DREAM my fucking DREAMS.

Feels good, doesn't it?

It's alright.

Now. Yes.

Snacks anyone?

- What is it? - It's what's inside your head, angel.

Relax and come out to play!

Girls! You're make a mess, ruining the backyard.

I want get this close-up. Try it again, shall we?

You're seven years old today, isn't that right, Peg?

Peggy. Not Peg.

Peggy!

Anna!

- You only let Peggy do it. - Sweetheart, it's Peggy's birthday

You wouldn't let me do it, even if it was my birthday.

I wish daddy were here. He'd be on my side.

Your sister is tired of your complaining.

What's wrong with the sky?

It's Blitz! Everybody take cover. Take cover.

Mum!

Yes, yes, in here!

- Katie.! - it's okay. We're safe.

What are you doing!? Just let us in!

We can't let them get in here.

- Let us in! - I can't!

Let them in!

- Let them in! - No!

It will kill us. It will kill us if we let them in!

We're safe.

I think I feel something going up the stairs into my fucking brain.

- How long was I out? - A few minutes.

Did you go somewhere good?

I saw bad things.

It drop visit my birthday when I was seven and I watched my friends burnt to death.

I lost my folks to Blitz.

My brother and my sister.

Yeah, Blitz got a lot of people.

Hey Jak, you gotta to teach the deadly cha-cha to mussle-tussle.

Mussle-tussle. Now!

Slang term used to describe the injection of a drug into a muscle.

Usage evolved during World War III.

That was one busy mother fucking war!

- Ever seen a loopy's dance, Bambi? - Shut up, Celia.

You've got to show that to Bambi. Give her a little thrill.

- Jak, I want go home. - Yeah, we all do.

You be a beast, beast, beast, beast... man!

Peggy?

Peggy?

Liar!

Got to you! Got to you!

- What's that smell? - Muskeet.

I think I'm away too too long. I don't want to miss call my mum.

I don't know.

Bet you have the best time of your life?

I like you.

- Yeah, what do you like? - Everything.

Everything...

- So where we're going? - Doom Room

Do a little businesses. Have a little fun.

I wanna fuck her.

Fuck away!

I'm okay.

I'm not going to let anything happen to you.

Except what I want.

Except what you want.

And the the controversy over L.U.P, commonly referred to as Luppis

has now reached the Supreme Court,

which will decide the fate of the phenomenon, which has horrified and...

That was our house band, folks.

Let 'em know you care by putting your hands together

like you're swatting something small and helpless.

Well, tonight's main course is on the plate and almost ready to eat, kitties.

- Are we hungry? - Yeah!

Shut up!

Shut up!

Shut up! You, you! All of you!

Gracias.

Well, since we run an upscale establishment management has requested no guns

no meaningful conversation...

and no self-surgery during the show.

Now, as for legal details, since you asked,

let's cut to the final event quickly, shall we.

In 2008, a clause in post war bar allowed for an L.U.P performance

provided it was already practiced as a scientific exposition.

Hence! My old precious!

Want to see it again? Yeah, you do! Yeah, you do!

Well! And where are these lovely folks from?

Your ass.

You are funny.

I will destroy you someday, trust me.

Enjoy the show!

Boxx and I gotta go talk to this guy. I'll be back here in a minute.

- They say this is totally sick. - What? What is it?

It's what happens to people like me.

Back off, asshole!

Back off! You want to get cut sucker, you want it?

The materials you brought earlier were inferior...

What're you talking about? It was solid red.

That shit was one step away from water.

How old were they? A hundred years?

This stuff is good.

You understand, that I do not covet some impossible standard here?

Only a quality level which will engender a performance,

that does not insult to myself, or my patrons.

Not finished.

As we all agree

fresh plasma engenders and reinvigorates the drama of the performance.

And my patrons, appreciate that.

Look, we were after the highest quality stuff, okay?

We try. But nothing on the street is consistent.

- Change streets, honey. - The stuff we got is good.

We put it on ice, we did the whole deal. It's gonna do the trick.

Well, maybe yes, maybe no.

I will incorporate what you procure in the next show,

and if quality is sufficient, then we will arrive an equitable fee.

If not, I'll pour the rest down your fucking throats like they were toilets.

Enjoys the show, boys.

Now you like that, don't you?

- Hey, the table only sits four now. - Go away, fuckhead!

Are you okay?

Orange Swamp, straight up all around.

Fuck, we've been waiting long enough. When does this goddamn room open up?

Well, well, well. All ghastly things come to those who wait.

And the time has come. Who's ready for the show?

Who wants behold the miraculous, obscene, phenomenon of our times.

Hands.

Who wants to the see the LUP? (Lifeless Undeath Phenomenon)

Come on, kitties. Say it with me.

We want to see the LUP?

We want to see the LUP. We want to see the LUP.

Ladies and gentlemen, brace yourselves. The LUP phenomenon is here right now!

The Luppis are in the house!

Please, Jak, can we leave?

Just watch, okay. We gotta watch the end of the show.

This freak of physiological abnormality

was first discovered during the war.

When, following certain chemical attacks

many of the dead troops were found standing...

erect...

perform the spasmodic gyrations which,

later, became affectionately known as the "loopy's" dance.

Some of them even continued to fight!

And that, my friends, is fucking patriotism.

The chemical responsible was later distilled

and is now used in carefully conducted scientific experiments

under the strictest of legal supervision...

Well... almost!

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you...

The dance of the dead!

The pace is on fucking fire, man!

Well, how did you like our first dancer, hmm?

Make you consider the career in... hmm

science?

Oh you just can't get enough of the LUP, can you?

Nah, nothing like a little Lifeless Undeath Phenomenon, to lighten things up

in a dull fucking nowhere town!

We've got more icky spasmodic surprises in store!.

It's time to welcome our next dancer.

A girl who just loves the limelight.

Make her feel welcome, and maybe she'll return the empty gesture

by dancing her jellied heart out.

What is it?

Oh my God, it's her! Oh my God!

Anna!

Anna!

Anna!

Oh my God!

Anna! Anna! We have to get out. We have to get out now!

- My sister! My sister! - Really?

- We have to go. Get out! - I don't fucking care. I want my money!

- She's my fucking sister! - I want my money!

Give me the fucking gun, Boxx.

That's not her fucking sister, man.

She's wasted. She's seeing shit.

Gives me the fucking gun, Boxx!

- I don't know where to go! - Shut the fuck up and give me the gun!

- You're fucking dead, pussy! - Fuck you, Jak!

Get out of the fucking way!

Back off!

Back off, fuck off!

- Get the fuck out of the way! - Get out of the fucking way!

Hey! Comes back here.!

Get the fuck out of my way!

Get the fuck back! Back off!

Back fucking off! Now!

Peggy!

- What are you doing here? - Looking for you.

I found her, mum. I found Anna.

Jak!

- Where are you going with my dancer, Jak? - Your dancer? She's my sister!

How the hell did she get here? What is she doing here?

Oh not much. She's dead.

In a freezer all day.

I take her out. I shoot her up.

She dances a little. I sell some tickets.

I pay the rent. Now.

I'll take her back. She's mine.

- Stay out of it, Jakie. - Too late.

- She is not your property. - Really?

I paid for her. Ask your mummy

What's he talking about?

- What is he talking about? - Tell her. It's a heart warming story, ma.

Let's go. Let's go before things gets worse. She's not alive. Let him have her!

A story brimming with loyalty and commitment and a mother's undying love.

- Shoot him. - I want to hear his story.

Don't, please. Please don't...

I see. I think... it went something like this.

Your mother was sick and tired of coming to my club every weekend

to fetch your strung out sister.

Your son of a bitch!

And when sis OD'd... mum here decided just to leave her to me.

No fuss. No muss.

And as I recall, she was still alive.

Stop it.

Stop it.

How much did I pay you for her? I forget.

I usually pay by the pound, but... she was such a sweet, pretty little thing.

Peggy.

Oh Peggy.

When daddy... When daddy died...

we had nothing.

She was always in trouble.

She was half dead.

You sold her.

We had nothing.

This has been festive and touching. But I have a club to run.

And I've already had one show fucked today. You owe me.

Fuck you.

Promises, promises.

I'll make it right.

I'm all alone now.

You don't have to be.

For those of you who've never had standards, or a fucking heart...

the Doom Room welcomes you.

And tonight, we have something very, very special.

So cover the kids' ears and drug the dog till he can't fight back...

'cause tonight's dancer has a whole lot of shakin' going on

and we don't want anyone to get hurt.

Proving that death is just a ugly rumor.

And I do mean ugly.

Ladies and gentlemen. I give you...

the dance of the dead.