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So this is it, the infamous erotic
bitch.

This is it.

This is where they all get the heebie
-jeebies from the erotic witch. You

feeling the heebie -jeebies in you from
the erotic witch, honey?

I don't need a witch for that.

Oh, really?

Mm -hmm. What do you need?

I don't know. Let's have a picnic.

A picnic, huh? Mm -hmm. Yeah?

Feeling hungry?

I'm feeling very hungry.

Good, because we're going to work up an
appetite.

Did you bring good food for our picnic?

Um, I think you're going to like it.

Really?

Give me a love, Roy.

I'm right here.

How you feeling?

Oh.

It's that kind of picnic.

Uh -huh.

I like these kinds of picnics.

Oh, really?

Oh, hors d 'oeuvres.

There you go.

Like that, huh?

Yeah.

Can you dance a little for me?

Just to get us worked up in our
appetite.

There you go.

Is that good enough for you, baby?

Can you turn around?

Oh, that's great.

You like that, huh?

Uh -huh.

Just don't pull my chain.

Well, uh... Come here.

Okay.

Oh, yeah.

Oh,

baby.

Oh, my God.

Oh, so much.

Hold on to me.

Hold on to me.

It's just a leaf.

It's just a leaf on your face. It's
okay.

Hold on. Wait.

What? Wait, what the hell is this?

What? Honey.

What? What is that?

Hey, there he is! There he is!

Sheriff! Sheriff! Is it true the human
remains of a journal dated 1812 were

recently found in the woods?

We discovered an extremely ancient
corpse and a journal of some kind. The

discovery was made by a couple of
college lovebirds.

They found a body. Now, we don't know
how old the body is, so we're having a

forensics team studying some dental
records, and we got some officials from

Bacchusville Museum carbon dating the
journal.

Is it true, Sheriff, that the journal
proves without a doubt the existence of

Helena Pottsworth, the legendary erotic
witch?

God damn it to hell, Tolliver. You
listen to me right now, okay?

You print so much as a molecule of what
you just said in that asswipe you call a

newspaper of yours, and I will
personally string you up by your ankles,

from your Adam's apple down to your
doodle, and bugger your screen.

You understand what I'm saying? I just
got finished getting rid of...

of perverts from Bacchusville. And I'll
be damned if I'm going to see

Bacchusville's woods being turned into a
masturbation haven again.

You got me?

Yes, Sheriff.

Interview over.

But Sheriff, Sheriff, isn't it true
that, Sheriff, isn't it true that you

were... Sheriff, please, Sheriff. Bite
my shorts. Sheriff, please, Sheriff.

Smoke my underpants.

I'll kick you in the ankle.

I'll bite you in the ass.

How's the examination coming?

Detective Nance, you startled me.

Sorry.

Listen, did you get any verification on
the dates yet?

No, I haven't even managed to get the
damn thing open.

Damn it.

You know, the mayor is just breathing
down my neck on this whole thing. He

wants to put the myth of the erotic
witch to bed once and for all, you know.

So I'll check in with you tomorrow.

In the meantime...

Why don't you try some lube on this
thing?

That's what I use when I find myself in
tight situations.

August 10th, 1812, the year of our Lord.

And the day Helena Pottsworth brought
the erotic fever to the naive town of

Bacchusville like a plague of locusts.
My hand trembles as if an unholy seizure

were upon it.

It's all I can do to resist the urge to
fondle myself.

But the tale must be told.

Oh my God!

My fellow Bacchusvillians, I stand
before you here today as your newly

mayor, and I'm going to let you know
right now that I'm going to start

implementing some of the plans that got
me elected mayor in the first place.

Any citizen found on a horse that is
over the legal limit of course squeezing

shall have their horse taken from them
by the city.

shall clog our city streets no more.

Miss Parker and her filthy horsehouse
shall not be allowed to do businesses in

this town any longer.

And God damn it, Pierre, you are not
marching with us in the same package

pray.

I shall make Pocketsville a shining
example of the American way.

I shall make Pocketsville a city you can
be proud to raise your children in. And

if anybody doesn't agree with me, I
shall have them killed.

Oh, I mean, I'd be happy to discuss any
of my policies with any citizen at any

time. Now, are there any questions?

No? Good. Well, I shall see everybody
this Sunday in church at Pocketsville

Church. And remember, while going to
church is not mandatory, if I do not see

you there in church, I shall have you
killed.

Oh, I mean, don't forget to bring extra
pennies for the bake sale after the

sermon. This first.

My dear.

Oh, Rudy.

It's such a beautiful day.

Yes, it is.

Why don't we go for a walk in the woods?

No, my dear, I'm far too busy for that.
We're going to head over to the

elementary school for a good old
-fashioned book burning. We're going to

every book with objectional material in
it.

Well, what if you don't find any?

Well, then we'll have some.

Then we'll burn the books, then we'll
hang the library and see if the win -win

situation all the way around.

It's great to be dead.

Woody.

Oh, I mean, what a pleasure it is doing
my duty for a school.

Pardon me, dear, we have lots of books
to burn. Come with me, John.

Oh, you're my life.

Oh, no, you just need to know how to
communicate with animals.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

I've never seen you before. Who are you?
I am Helena Pottsworth.

Helena Pottsworth?

The only Helena Pottsworth I've ever
heard of is the old spinster that

schoolchildren whisper about.

Oh, you think of my mother.

She was mysterious and secretive, just
like I am.

Oh, um, no.

I was just sunbathing. I was here
watching you long before the gorilla

Oh.

You must think I'm filthy. No.

No, I come from a long line of healers
and thinkers. We delve in the realm of

sexuality.

Sexuality? Yes.

He ignores you, doesn't he?

Yes.

Let me show you the pleasures he will
not.

That was... that was... Liberating?

Oh, yes.

I want you to come to Bacchusville with
me. The town thinks you're an old crone.

You saved my life. You deserve a hero's
welcome.

No, people like me need to stay in
solitude.

Oh, don't be silly. The townspeople will
love you.

But we should probably keep what
happened here today to ourselves.

Why?

Oh, my husband, the mayor.

The townspeople, they wouldn't
understand.

They'd think it evil and profane. Do you
think what we did was evil and profane?

No, never.

And if my theory is correct, driving a
rusty railway spike up the left nostril

will cure insomnia.

Gee, Dr.

Pete, you're a freaking genius. Now, if
only you could create a drug that would

turn the entire community into mindless
zombies, that would be great.

Oh, I mean, if only you could create a
drug that would alleviate humans, but no

bullshit. I want mindless zombies. You
think you could do that? Oh, well,

enough to do it. Do you want some fun to
your way? Oh, yes.

coming.

Well, hello there, Rudolph.

I'm Elena Pottsworth.

Elena Pottsworth.

Oh, gee. Christ, it's a pleasure to meet
you. I wish I could see you, but it's a

pleasure to meet you. You saved my
wife's life, and for that I'm forever in

debt. That is all back as well.

So,

why don't you tell us and the community
something about yourself?

Well, I come from a long line of
herbalists and healers.

Helena knows all there is to know about
the human body.

Really? Well...

As town physicians and chemists, I'd
love to discuss theories with you

Well, I'm sure we can arrange that. Oh,
good.

I want each and every one of you to know
I plan on putting my hands on all of

you. I know the ancient secrets of
health and happiness and will enlighten

all.

Dare you interrupt our ceremony with
something so trivial. I hate that smelly

old bastard.

I mean, he's really coming.

What are you blabbering on about, boy?

Oh, no.

That horrible mountain man is coming for
me.

Touch my nipples.

I never imagined Miss Pottsworth to be
so, so beautiful.

Yes, but more than that, she seems so
worldly and so wise.

I get the strangest sensation just being
near her.

Something I've never felt before.

Yes. We should go visit her soon.

Why wait?

There's no time like the present.

Miss Pottsworth, we didn't see you
there.

Oh, call me Helena.

So what should I call you two besides
delicious?

I'm Lucy, and this is... This is... Amy.

So, you two hope to learn the wisdom
that's been passed down to me, huh?

Well, get undressed.

Undressed? Yes, get undressed.

You can't possibly hope to learn the
possibilities of the universe if you

even know your own body.

I don't know what, but there's something
about that woman.

I think she's going to spell trouble for
this town.

I'd ride her out of here on a railroad
track, but we haven't built a railroad.

But even if we still had a railroad, I
have to be careful.

She did say Diane's blind.

I have to think of the voters.

Oh, look, boys, a local street merchant
selling his wares.

Does my art please you, sir?

You can have it for a fair price.

That's not art. It's shit.

Yes, sir. I made it myself.

I saved a ton on paint.

I call it feces in repose.

You're a horrible, disgusting little
man. That's the most disgusting thing

seen all day. Bubba, get over here.

Give this man a good flogging. Oh, he
sure is pretty.

Clog up his pores so he can't inflict
this kind of damage on our community

again.

Not so bad. Why don't you bring it
along? We'll give it to the mother -in

at Christmas.

Good

afternoon,

Mayor.

Good afternoon, Mayor Rudolph.

And how are you this fine and lovely
day, Miss Chase?

I'm doing very well, especially
considering the money you raised to help

Bacchusville Schoolhouse. Ah, yes,
Bacchusville Schoolhouse. Well, I was

to take that money and build myself a
great big mansion, but it was a school

issue that helped put me over the top in
the election.

God knows I hate this godforsaken little
town, and the children of Bacchusville

are going to grow up to be nothing but
dirt farmers and baby -making machines.

But I think if the rest of the country
can see that I bring this crappy little

town into prosperity, it'll bring me
that much closer to my bid for the

presidency.

Oh, I mean, education is very important
to me, my dear.

Oh, yes.

Well, thank you again.

Oh, my pleasure.

Have a nice day.

Okay. What a great girl.

A woman of such great moral fiber.

Let's go see if we can find an amendment
to wipe our asses with.

No.

My chicken's hungry, boy.

Say, my chicken's hungry.

How you pick, boy?

Odd or even?

I won't play this game no more.

Oh, you's gonna play, boy.

Lest you want the whole town to know you
spared of a chicken.

Just ain't your day, is it? You ready,
Mr. Chicken?

You ready?

God damn it.

Mr.

Chicken liked that. He surely did.

God damn it, Chicken.

God damn it, Chicken.

God damn it, Chicken. God damn it.

Hey boys.

We've got a game for you to play.

Helena's sexual healing had rekindled
the passion I had once felt for my

husband.

But, once again, his work came before
his husbandly duties.

Why, hello, my sweetness.

Guess what I'm working on? A law that
will tax people for breathing, picking

their nose, or picking at their
dingleberries.

I'm a freaking genius.

You've been working so...

hard.

Yes, I have. I'm thinking of brand new
ways to talk to people.

Is there anything I can do for you?

Please stop that. You're wrinkling the
thread.

I just had this cleaned, my dear.

Anything. No matter how sick, twisted,
or painful.

Please, my dear. Yes, there is something
that you can do for me. I'm having my

pretty pony chewed down at the
blacksmith with solid gold shoes.

Right this very minute, my pretty pony.
I love her. She's so cute. You can go

fetch her for me.

Wash my poo -poo undies and get my
pretty pony's one.

Go before I catch you.

Thank you.

Little Betty.

Fucking genius.

Oh, hi, Carol.

Diane, what a pleasant surprise. It's
been so long.

Oh, I know. I should have stopped by
sooner. I wish you had.

So crazy. I can imagine.

Definitely. I was here actually to pick
up Rudy's new pony.

Oh, what a shame. You just missed him.
He'll be back in a few hours if you'd

like to come back.

No, actually, why don't I just wait? Why
don't you?

You know, you are quite an attractive
woman.

Why, thank you. It's mutual.

Well, thank you. I mean, you're...

Really attractive.

Thank you.

It seemed that Helena's influence was
spreading through the town like

But there still remained a few who were
immune to her influence.

What's happening in this town? I don't
know, but people have been

coming to my office for the last two
days complaining of strange fever. It

started when that Miss Pottsworth woman
came to town. You're right. Now, figure

not to poke my hat.

I think we should just juggle up.

Oh, I mean, we shouldn't jump to
conclusions. We should just let the

its goodness.

Good morning.

Today's sermon is about the temptation
of the flesh and the sins that we must

not succumb to.

Now, if you will all open your Bibles to
page 459.

Oh, Reverend!

It's time for the second coming.

Crap, I've got to make this quick.

Okay.

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

Fornication, unless you're married.

Forget about it.

Masturbation, don't do it.

Blah, blah, blah, blah.

Bestiality. No way. Blah, blah, blah,
blah, blah. God will smite. Forget the

homosexuality. He who entereth man
entereth not the kingdom of heaven.

Beg forgiveness.

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. Fire and
brimstone.

Pecking at your testicles for all of
eternity. Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

The donation tray.

Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank
you.

God bless.

Divine plan.

Blessed are we who... Let us pray.

Oh, Reverend.

Tell me about Satan again.

Oh, yeah, Satan, he's bad. How bad?

Oh!

Mediocre, but bad. There's something
else.

He's got horns?

He's got horns. How big are they? Have
you talked about his trident now?

Oh, yeah, more than that. Are you
kidding? His tail. His tail is even

boy. And here it comes here. Because
it's one of these things. Oh, Jesus,

and Joseph. Oh, my God. Amen.

Can I hear an amen?

Amen, Reverend.

Amen. Is my pretty pony the...

It's a waste.

Oh, Diane, you startled me.

What are you doing here so late?

I've been watching you, Chase.

I must say, you are quite an attractive
woman.

I know that you're a wonderful teacher,
but are you a good student as well?

What do you mean, Diane? Are you feeling
well?

Oh, very.

She's never felt better, in fact.

Mr. Pottsworth, what are you doing here?
We're here to teach you. What is the

meaning of this?

Why are you both looking at me like
that?

We're here to teach you, dear. Don't be
scared.

Teach me what?

Art?

No.

Don't. Come on.

Thank you.

I cannot describe what I had become.

Helena Pottsworth had released a beast
buried deep inside me, and I had found

and freed that same beast in the other
women of Bacchusville.

But the women were not the only ones
harboring beasts.

This is terrible.

Crops are dying.

Life back is running free.

the town of the chapel.

They seem to have become the secret to
all the zombies.

It seems that only we three have not
succumbed to this erotic fever.

Yes.

Thank you

No,

Mayor, you should be ashamed.

You ignore your own wife and make these
people feel like sex is a bad thing,

when it's the most beautiful thing in
the world.

Oh, my goodness, women! What has come
over you?

Women! Take me! Take me now!

Stop it! Fill me like a ballot box on
election night! What has happened to

women? No! The lunatics have taken over
the asylum!

Have you ever seen Diana? Yes,

every night. Isn't it absolutely
annoying?

I can't keep this place forever.

Are they taxing on the human body? I
wouldn't know. It's absolutely

She waits till they exhaust themselves
and then grab that pot -wood woman and

then force a cure out of her.

Yes. That new kidnapping technique I've
heard so much of. You're brilliant,

Doctor. All right. You're not that
brilliant. Take it easy.

Is my pony ready yet?

It's quieted down out there. Let's go.

Oh, okay.

No, no, no, no. This way, this way.

Oh, okay.

Why is my zipper open?

Don't ask, don't tell.

No.

I

love

the smell of burning witch in the
morning.

Big bird, no.

What's the matter, town folk?

Too tired to help your precious erotic
witch?

That's right, I said it. She's a witch.

She bedeviled this entire community with
her black magic.

Put the wicker.

Right. Doctor.

Damn it, Jim. I'm a doctor, not an
arsonist.

No.

You are an ignorant man, Mayor Rudolph.

But you are correct.

Bacchusville is your town.

Therefore, I will leave this place.

And I will take the pleasure of the
flesh with me.

No mortal eye shall ever gaze upon me,
but those who are brave enough to

into the woods will feel my touch and
know the pleasure that is mine to

That's right, girly!

And now that the town is mine once
again, I'm going to work harder than

learning... Where the fuck are you
going? Hey, doc, where are you going?

jerks, get over here now.

This is my town. Go, go, go. I don't
need you all. I don't need...

Thank you.

Oh, God.

I guess it's chicken again tonight.

Are you here?

Fuck me.