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Mr. Peckovich do not do this.

Shut up!

Why did you shoot him?

These bitches are insane!

Can't believe James is dead.

And murder no less.

It is incomprehensible.

Why would anyone want to murder James?

Great men have great come.

Bad men have bad come.

Unworthy seamen that brings forth unworthy humans.

That's why I make sure every girl I have.

My f**k does birth control.

Bill, anal, anal.

Yeah,

come inside of me, come inside of me.

Perhaps active passion.

Jealous lover, admitted to boy ever tea bag you?

No, I'm saving that for marriage.

Oh my god, oh my god.

Hi sunshine, can I get you a couple of scoops?

Oh f**k you.

He's a painter or some sh**t.

I don't even like art.

No matter how long I stare at the dots, I can't even see the picture.

It's usually a boat.

I mean just the idea that you can see into someone's life by touching their cock.

It's astounding.

It's called clairvoyance of the cock.

What the f**k

is the priority of seamen?

And what do they want with a Mona Lisa?

Oh that looks good.

Oh, that looks really good.

So the Mona Lisa was painted with cum?

What do you think she's smiling?

They have the da Vinci love.

Soon there will be a da Vinci clone.

I'm getting that embryo.

No sis.

What?

No sis.

Can they find your job disturbing?

They can picture the dead like that.

I don't know.

Piece of sh**t taking portraits of five year old brass at the local wallie mark.

Besides these poor bastards usually don't cry, scratch and piss on themselves.

Well, usually they don't piss on themselves.

I know what you mean.

Kids can be cute for about five minutes and after that, yes

one and kick their loving asses all the way into adulthood.

Yeah, my sister just sh**ed a couple out.

That makes four of them now.

Christ.

That's why I make sure every girl I f**k does birth control.

Pilch.

Anal.

Anal.

Good morning boys.

What's for breakfast?

Got about a hundred and five pounds of dead meat here.

I hope you find your appetite to pick a brazilian.

I'm hungry for action.

What do you got there?

Well, what we have here is one James Dubois.

Curator of the mousie, the mouse.

Mousie de Louvre.

I took French in high school.

I thought it might help me get laid.

Sadly, there weren't too many French chicks in West Virginia.

So I grew a mullet and bought a beer instead.

Sorry, guys.

Rock on.

Thanks, Dan.

So, Frenchy here is hosting, or was hosting as

artsy fartsy exhibit during its run in Los Angeles.

I've always said art was dead in LA.

Right.

You'll see he suffered a shot through the head.

I didn't exactly think he was Indian, John.

But I do appreciate your nap for pointing out the obvious.

I could say you're condescending bitch, Jane, but that too again would be obvious.

Let's continue on, shall we?

I found French this morning at eight.

Gun by your side, apparent suicide.

But, of course, you don't believe that, or I wouldn't be standing here.

There are questionable circumstances.

What I want to know is why is he naked?

I mean, does anybody else find that little bazaar?

It's come.

It's all over his penis, his thighs.

He had sex before he died.

Who is he with?

No one.

The forensic team here has found no evidence of any other person.

No fingerprints, no pubic hairs, no foreign saliva in the victim's mouth.

That's what the guy jerk himself off and killed himself?

Whew, a Catholic guilt man gets you every time.

No, sis.

What?

No, sis.

The knowledge of the divine.

When a man drains his nutsack at the moment of climax, his mind is set to go blank.

And at that moment, he can see God.

Oh, that's the case.

I see God every morning around seven in the shower.

You're so disgusting.

Maybe it was just Mr. Dubois's time to meet his maker for good.

Yeah, and maybe Mr. Dubois got in somebody's way.

And now when a bullet enters, you try to kill yourself.

Generally, it's going to veer an upward path.

It's like someone came and shot down into his head.

The next infusion.

Well, I hope you guys feel kind of psychedelic.

Those things are about to get trippy.

Tea, bag, Nadia, Saint.

Tea, bag, Nadia, Saint.

Whoa, kinky.

Wait a minute.

So this guy writes a message in his own come after he's shot?

That's impossible.

Exactly.

Can't be done.

I'd say, whoever, or orchestrating this little show

for us, wouldn't even try all that hard, did they?

Who's Nadia Saint?

Dr. Nadia Saint.

She's a world-renowned penile profiler.

She used to work at Quantico, profiling sex offenders for the FBI.

She's a tired now.

Well, she changed the class, modern theories

of ejacularity to Venus at the university.

The, the what?

The divine ejaculation.

Dr. Saint believes the male orgasm is a bridge to God.

Who?

The idea must be in town because I can smell the bullshit.

And really, what the fuck is a penis profiler?

She has these paranormal visions when she touches the clock.

I can't understand it.

I guess it's her gift, but I'll tell you what.

If anyone can decipher these cum-soaked cryptograms, it's her.

We need to bring her in.

If God made man in his image, then why are

there so many fucked up people in this world?

Why was there a Hitler?

Why are there serial killers?

Why is George Bush president?

Again.

Simple.

Women are the vessels from Man's Seed.

With that comes great responsibility.

We are the gatekeepers of our own would-be Shangri-La.

Great men have great cum.

Bad men have bad cum.

Unworthy seamen that brings forth unworthy humans.

Ladies, every time you allow a man to nut in your snatch, just because he's a

professional skater or drives a tricked out Mitsubishi Lancer with Chinese writing

on the side, you are polluting our social soup.

You must respect the ejaculatory divinus of the divine ejaculation.

We must only fill our pussies with ejaculatory divinus in order to bring

peace and harmony to this world.

Miss, I got a question.

Yes, but how do you know which guy has the ejaculatory divinus or whatever it is?

Simple.

The manner in which a man ejaculates tells a lot about his character, his

spirituality, his emotional makeup, his chief.

For example, a man who comes in short, violent spurts, much like a sprinkler,

is a man who's confused and frustrated and unsure of himself.

Whereas a man who's come for those long and serene, like a cascading book,

is a man who is at peace with himself and with the

world, and a carrier of the ejaculatory divinus.

Allow me to demonstrate.

I need two male students, please.

Now pay attention.

Take notes.

This would be on your final.

I don't know.

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Oh, yes.

Yes.

Here, here, up, here.

Oh, my God.

I'm good baby.

It looks like I have my

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oh Uh, yeah.

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Fuck yeah, fuck me.

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That's all we have time for today, class.

You have a nice day.

I'm Detective John Brown of the LAPD.

Can we talk?

Yeah, listen.

I got your package.

I need to drop it off.

Where are you?

What do you mean chill out and get some ice cream?

I just shot somebody in the fucking head.

I want my fucking money and I want to get the fuck out of town.

Do you hear me?

You fucking cunt?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Fuck!

Hey, son, John, can I get you a couple of scoops?

Um, am I supposed to meet you?

My name is Tony Petzkovich.

Get in.

We'll talk inside.

How did you know Mr. DuBois?

I did my travels to Europe.

We fucked.

We fucked a lot.

His cum was so, so beautiful to find really.

Who would want to kill James?

Was it theft?

No, nothing was taken.

The surveillance cameras were turned off most likely by Mr. DuBois himself.

Tell me this message.

T-bag, Nadia, Saint.

What does that mean?

I don't know.

Perhaps, um, active passion.

A jealous lover?

Did Mr. DuBois ever T-bag you?

No, I'm saving that for marriage.

Dr. Saint, I'm familiar with your work at Quantico, the Pinal Profiling.

I know it's not what you do anymore, but I really

think it could help us find out who did this to James.

Of course, for James.

What did you see?

I saw a woman.

He wasn't alone.

They had sex in this room.

Did she shoot him?

No, I mean, I don't know.

I didn't see the shooter.

What did she look like?

She was pretty but sleazy.

She had brown hair, a tattoo of some kind, and had an unusual pussy smell.

You could see that?

No, but I could smell it on his cock.

So, we're looking for a skanky brunette with an aromatic crotch.

I think I know where to find her.

Hey, honey, you looking for a date?

Look, baby,

you're real nice looking and everything, but I need the rest of my money.

I'm sorry, cookie.

I'm supposed to keep you here until I get a call from my prioriress.

Here, have a popsicle.

Nobody can be grumpy while eating popsicle.

It's proven fast.

I don't want a fucking popsicle.

Actually, pretty good.

I love popsicles.

Let me see your popsicle stick.

You know what?

I have an idea.

Come with me.

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Oh, fuck you.

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Oh, fuck you.

Oh, fuck you.

Oh,

oh, I'm going to come soon.

Oh, oh,

oh.

Oh, oh, oh.

Oh, oh, oh.

Oh, oh, oh.

Oh, oh, oh.

Yeah.

I really appreciate what you did for us back there.

I know it was not even easy.

It's okay.

James was a good guy.

He didn't deserve that.

You know, I've read all of your books.

They're fascinating.

Thank you.

I mean, just the idea that you can see into someone's life, by touching their

cock, it's astounding.

It's called clairvoyance of the cock.

It's not that hard to understand, really.

You see, the extreme interdependence of the male's penis and his brain means that

a radical change in stimuli will affect the workings in his brain.

If you administer the appropriate amount of stimuli, you can gain access to their

minds during the moment that they experience orgasm.

The moment they see God, the gnosis, the knowledge of the divine.

Exactly.

And at that moment, you will see all kinds of visions, maybe even God himself.

Anyone is capable of doing it.

Well, the only vision I see after swallowing a load

is the guy's skid marks on his way out of my driveway.

You need to take my class.

Modern theories of ejacularity to Venice?

You shouldn't waste your time on them where they come.

Have you ever heard of the Priory of Seaman?

No.

The Priory of Seaman is a secret society of women, founded in 1099.

Their sole purpose is to collect, consume, and preserve the come of

humanity's greatest intellectuals, artists, spiritualists, and philosophers,

ensuring the birth of more great men.

Men such as Sir Isaac Newton, Bordicelli, Jerome Tanner, Victor Hugo.

They've all had their sperm passed from generation to generation.

And this still happens?

With great come comes great responsibility.

We are the keepers of the gate, Detective Rossello.

I hope to see you next semester.

Yeah, it's me.

Yeah, look, the guy flipped out.

He made me write some names and the dude's come.

Lee T.

Bag and Nadia St. Yeah, I did what I was supposed to do.

Look, I'm still gonna get my money, right?

I'm tired of working these fucking streets, you know?

Okay, all right.

You know what I like to do sometimes?

I like to be naked in my apartment.

Yeah, you know, walk around, watch TV.

I think it all hang out, you know?

Just me, by myself, no one's around, curtains are drawn.

And after a while, I start to feel kind of funny about the whole thing.

Like, what is this?

The last days of Rome?

What am I doing?

And that's when I get up and put on a pair of boxes.

Yeah, that's Catholic guilt.

It's something.

Ever feel guilty about something?

Do something you wish you didn't do?

Something you regret?

No, I know.

You were with James De Gua this morning.

I know you fucked him.

What I need to know is, did you kill him too?

No, look.

Who did?

Look, I know shit's gone bad.

I don't know what's going on, but I'll tell you what I do know.

I didn't mean for anyone to get hurt.

Tony Pekovich killed James.

Okay.

And all we have to know...

Is who the fuck is Tony Pekovich?

He works for them.

Them whom?

The prior of Seaman.

The what of what?

That's what they call themselves.

They hired me to distract James.

Why Tony wins the museum and stole the da Vinci.

The da Vinci?

He's a painter or some shit.

I don't even like art.

No matter how long I stare at the dots, I can't even see the picture.

It's usually a boat.

Just go on.

Well, I met James after the museum closed.

I flirted with him.

Guys like that are so easy.

They're lonely.

They're looking for someone.

In my kind of work, I call that girlfriend experience.

Anyways, he took me to dinner.

We talked about him, his work.

And I told him how bad I'd love to fuck in a museum.

Surrounded by all the da Vinci's.

That's what they told me to say.

So, you got him back to the museum?

Yeah.

He turned off the security system and we went inside and had sex.

I see.

Show me your pussy.

What?

Show me your vagina.

You know, your twat, your koochie, your snatch.

Let's see it.

Okay.

Uh, huh, bald.

This bald is, uh, not something that I can't think of anything, but it's consistent.

Whether or not being any pubes on Frenchie's body.

You didn't kiss him, did you?

No, I never kiss.

All right.

Then, tell me about the sex.

Why?

What does that have to do with anything?

I'll tell you.

You tell me about the sex, and I give you 50 bucks.

60, if you rub my nutsack, why you do it?

We went inside and started tearing off our clothes.

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no.

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no.

It's for bringing me here.

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Give it to me.

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So.

Ummm... Oh, how can you be my pussy?

See?

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You're to me.

You're to me, baby.

Ooh, yeah.

What?

Look at you, look at you, look at you.

Yeah, baby.

Oh, fuck.

Deep liposseal.

You like that fucking pussy?

You like that fucking ass, baby?

Oh, fuck you.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, that feels so good.

Oh, yes.

Yeah, baby.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, my grandad, the cuck.

Oh, my grandad, the cuck.

Oh, my grandad, the cuck.

Yeah, you know what I do to me.

Yeah, you know what I do to me.

Yeah, you do.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, my gosh.

You have the cuck already for me.

Oh, yeah.

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ulas.

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Oh god.

Look at that php.

Look at that Like this.

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Oh, my God.

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Take that and ask me what is going to happen with her.

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Oh my gosh.

Oh my gosh.

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Yes.

It's spanking baby.

Spank it.

It's spank it.

Oh yeah.

Oh fuck it.

I'm not going to go past my face.

Oh, Praise God!

I took my lips.

I got it, I'm super nervous.

Oh, gosh just like that.

Ahh... oh yeah baby.

Thank you.

That's a bit of a pressy comment baby, isn't it?

Yes.

Oh, look at that.

Oh!

Look at that.

So you say, Tony, stole the Vinci painting.

And yet, there was nothing taken from the museum.

Well, that's how it's supposed to look.

Tony replaced the original Da Vinci painting with an imitation.

An imitation of which painting?

The Mona Lisa.

Tony Pracubich has the original Mona Lisa.

I'm sure the prior of Seaman do now.

Tony's probably on a plane to Europe somewhere.

The fuck?

What the fuck?

Is the prior of Seaman?

And what do they want with a Mona Lisa?

I don't know.

I just did my part.

They were going to pay me 20 G's.

Although I'm pretty sure Tony fucked that all by now.

What are you talking about?

What did he do?

He was fighting with someone on the phone.

Probably the priorist when he came into the room that James and I were fucking in.

Tony, what you doing?

Fine.

But this isn't necessary.

I already got the painting.

It's not my money, ready?

Mr. Pracubich, do not do this.

Shut the fuck up, bitch!

Why did you shoot him?

Those bitches are insane!

Fuckin' me.

This isn't going to work.

This looks fake as fuck shit!

This isn't going to work.

Write these names about the body.

With what?

Use his blood.

Write the fucking names.

I'm not touching his blood.

Then use his cum.

Come on.

Come on.

Write he, tea bag, and not his same.

Hurry up.

Come on.

Hurry up.

Come on.

You got to go.

Come on.

Hurry up.

Write.

Come on.

Hurry up.

Tea bag is a name.

Yes.

Lee tea bag.

Are you okay, Lee?

Can't believe James is dead.

And murder no less.

It is incomprehensible.

It makes no sense.

That's not the worst of it.

I profile James's penis for the police this morning.

And I saw a killer.

It was Tony.

Tony Peckovich.

Tony.

That's impossible.

Tony's no killer.

Besides, he knew James.

Now that can't be right.

Well, what's the last you heard of him?

He's an art smuggler.

He steals artwork and fences it.

But he's no killer, Nadia.

No killer.

Well, nothing was stolen from the exhibit.

Rest assured, if he was in that museum, something is missing.

He's a master craftsman.

He would have duplicated the master's works and then swamp them out.

It would have been days, weeks, months, if ever someone would have figured it out.

Did you tell the police anything?

No.

I only told him about the hooker that James was with.

Should take him a couple days to find her, which buys us a little bit of time.

Tony left our names at the scene Lee.

I think he wants us to know something.

Can you get us into the museum?

I've got a season pass.

I didn't know you still had that.

Neither do they.

Dad is a door nail.

Our shooter's name is Tony Petkovich.

John.

Meat Tony Petkovich.

Oh, you're shitting me.

I take it you found our happy hooker.

Yeah.

Said Tony here was the shooter and he was working

for some shit called the Priory of Seaman.

Okay, now you're shitting me.

You've heard of this crap?

Yeah.

They're the secret society of women who fuck the male Illuminati all over the world.

Then they preserve their calm and pass it down for generations.

That's what I call serious starfucking.

Well, I was talking about it with Dr. St. earlier today, and she said something

creepy about us being the guardians of the gate.

And it was our sole responsibility to only procreate with great men.

Sounds like the talk of a member, or at least

someone who knows more than she's letting on.

You can take the girl out of the FBI, but you can't take the FBI out of the girl.

Sticky bitch.

What I understand is, why would the Priory of Seaman want James DuBois dead?

Well, let's see.

Tony comes in to steal the Mona Lisa, replaces it with the replica, shoots James

after arguing with some bitch from the Priory.

Now the hooker tells me, Tony not only knew DuBois, but didn't want to kill him.

And for a bonus, he knew Nadia St. and Lee T.

Bag.

Lee T.

Bag?

That's a name.

Oh yeah.

A name of a famous art history professor.

So who has the Mona Lisa now?

He's got the Mona Lisa.

No doubt about it.

I'd recognize Tony's work anywhere.

So he sold it.

But to who?

Your guess is good as mine.

Any private collector would just die at the chance to own the Mona Lisa.

It is one of us most prized and covered in works.

Took him four years to create it, and he kept it with him until he's death.

Some people actually believe the Mona Lisa is DaVinci himself.

Yet other believe that the paintings and dragini is a fusion of Isis and Anos,

the Greek gods of love and sex.

It was then that DaVinci started using his own seamanan's work.

A baking party?

Yes, as early as 1495, DaVinci started

experimenting with a new process called Tempere.

It was a combination of egg yolk and vinegar, on oil.

And he used this first of course on the last step of this proof to be disastrous

as the painting began to deteriorate right away.

It was then DaVinci started using his own seamanan mix.

You're kidding.

No, DaVinci was a flame-boyant prankster.

He hated the church and the hypocrisy of the aristocrats of his time.

And he would often whore himself out and take on more warranty that he could handle.

In order to deal with this, he would sometimes put hidden messages or figures

or symbols in his painting to make fun of the hypocrisy and the dogma.

Ritualistic church, Digmata.

So he jerked off on the paintings?

Sure, just like a disgruntled employee would

spit in your onion rings or pee in your coffee.

It's just the way things are done.

So the Mona Lisa was painted with cum?

Why do you think she's smiling?

It was even more remarkable than in order DaVinci was a raging homosexual.

This was not looked on very highly by the church and this made him even more the

isolationist, the soloist, the man by himself.

You're telling me DaVinci was a fudge packer?

Is that an old fact?

Yes.

The Priory Seaman.

That's who he sold it to.

Of course, the DaVinci lineage is highly coveted by the Priory.

Up until now, they'd imagine that all of the

cum from DaVinci was lost in a man's ass.

But now, we find that it's here in the painting, but we'll do us no good as dried

and old crust had been there for years, years.

I have three words for you, Professor.

Recombinant DNA technology.

All they need is the DaVinci load to establish a genetic code to create...

A new DaVinci.

I have to go.

Where are you going?

It's best you not now.

Evening, Professor.

Nice night for a walk, isn't it?

Or maybe a murder investigation?

I'm Detective Jane Racelli.

So, where's our lady friend, Dr. Saint?

It's an honor to meet you, Detective Rossello.

However, I have no idea where our friend, Dr. Saint, is this evening.

And I'm sorry, but I'm very tired, and I would

love very much to count some sheep right now.

Counting sheep is for people who have things on their mind.

So tell me, what's on yours?

Actually, I'm very tired, and I would like to hit the

hay or the sleep on my bed if you get my general travel.

You'll sleep when you're dead, Professor.

Just ask our friend, James Dubois.

He's taking a dirt nap right now.

Maccumin?

Of course.

I know you and Dr. Saint were at my crime scene earlier.

Obviously the two of you have some kind of history.

Be it professional, academic.

Personal?

I know you both know who murdered James Dubois.

What I don't know is why Dr. Saint is keeping information from both of us.

Have you heard of Priory of Seaman, Professor Teabag?

So you're talking about reproductive cloning with sperm that was taken from a

da Vinci painting?

Sure, it's easy.

Once they establish the genetic code of the da Vinci load, all they need to do is

mix with the reanimated enzymes, and introduce it to the bacteria plasma to

generate the multiple copies of the same gene.

Then it's ready for the somatic cell nuclear transfer.

The reconstructed egg containing the DNA must then be treated with chemicals or

electric current or to stimulate the cell division.

Once the cloned embryo reaches a suitable stage, it is transferred to the universe

of the female host where it continues to develop until birth.

Do you understand?

Well, yeah, duh.

I get the sci-fi channel too, Professor.

But what's Dr. Saint's role in all of this?

Is she a member of the Priory?

Saint, I don't know.

That's the truth.

She's always had her own private interest.

Where is she now?

I don't know.

You were together this evening?

She left without me.

Please, Professor.

A man of your intellect does not like being kept in the dark.

I know you followed her.

Where did she go?

Don't remember.

Let's see about that.

What are you doing?

Reading your mind.

Reading your mind.

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I'm going to take it with your teeth.

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Oh, you're beautiful.

Fucking feels good and stuff.

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spare, please!

Oh, please!

Bye!

Oh, watch out!

Oh,why are you there?

Oh, Oh, he is so home!

I'm sure you know!

I know I know.

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I don't want to fucking taste or come.

I don't want to taste.

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Oh god, yeah, fuck.

Oh god, yeah, give it to me.

I saw her.

I know where she is.

I saw her.

Prior to semen, some kind of sex right.

How do you know?

Clear points of the cock.

Every girl has it.

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Oh god, yes.

Oh god, you like the man.

Yes.

Yes.

What is this?

It's a ceremony.

I didn't think it was a slumber party.

What's it for?

They have the da Vinci love.

Soon there will be a da Vinci clone.

I'm getting that embryo.

I can't let you do that.

What happens next?

We fuck.

Prior to us, we'll choose someone to put the embryo in your uterus.

Ahh.

Yes, yes.

I'll leave you.

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Oh, that looks so good.

How's it going?

Oh that looks good.

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Let's read it this week.

Let's read it this week.

Yeah let's read it.

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So how many members do you think are in that priory?

I guess we'll never know.

That priory she busted still hasn't said a thing.

Well, guess it's hard to be in a secret society to keep lapping all the secrets.

I guess not.

Not to be a pig or anything.

But that priory is... ...was she hot?

She was something, wasn't she?

Fucking cults.

You always think it's gonna be these long -haired hippie bastards.

All dirty and inbred looking?

No, they always manage to rope in normal people, too.

People like that priory are us.

People like us.

I guess...

...they're persuasive fuckers.

How about you?

You okay?

Not looking very well today.

Just feel nauseated and have a headache.

I feel like it's all morning.

But I'll be okay.

I'll be okay.

Hey, you wanna grab a bite?

I'm craving a big bacon burger with extra pickles.

Mm-hmm.