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I had spent so much of my life

thinking I was cursed to
be fat and unlucky...

and alone.

But I had finally found true love...

and now, I felt blessed.

Here was this beautiful,
sexy, amazing guy,

and he had picked me.

I was willing to give him everything.

I've never done this before.

That's okay.

You can trust me.

I love you.

That... was fun.

Fun?

Joyriding through Alabama
together was fun.

Cow tipping in Oklahoma was fun.

Ordering pay-per-view porn
and getting pizza was fun.

But this?

Maybe I wasn't cursed,
maybe I was an idiot.

What was I thinking?

I'd left my mom and my home,
Bob, and for what?

Fun?

_

_

_

I won?

Where the F are you? Are you okay?

What do you mean, I'm Miss Magic Jesus?

Magnolia got disqualified.

She cheated on the Bible quiz,
and then she overdosed on pills.

Oh, my God. Is she okay?

Thankfully, yes. She's gonna be fine.

Barnard is taking her to rehab,

which means the first runner-up
gets the crown, you.

But if you're not here
in the next 12 hours,

it goes to the second runner-up, Dixie.

Are you coming?

I don't know.

Listen, I read your note...

...and I... I apologize
for not being there 100 percent

on your pageant day.

I got the DNA test back.

Roxy's not my daughter,
but even if she was,

you and I have worked too hard
for me to give up on you.

So, please don't give up on me.

Especially not for some boy.

I mean, I know you probably
can't see it, but...

Christian is... is not worth it.

Come home before it's too late.

Where's Pastor Mike?

Bathroom. He'll be back in a minute.

Well, I'm ready for my new crown.

I even bumped up my bouffant
poof with more cushion

so it'll lay nice and flat.

No, no, may... maybe this was a mistake.

Oh, too much cushion?
I can take it down a notch.

No, no, not your hair. It's this...

It's this whole pageant thing.

Look, I'm responsible for you now,
which means I have to look out for you.

But I'm worried that
pageants might be toxic.

I pushed Magnolia too hard,
she ended up in rehab.

Oh, that won't happen to me.
I don't do drugs.

Right.

Well, but you're still
delicate, erratic.

Oh, well, thank you, Daddy.
I think you're sexy, too.

No, not erotic. Erratic. It... Unstable.

You think I'm crazy?
No, it's okay, everybody does.

My momma took me to
every doctor there is.

I got OCD, over-focused ADD,
and I'm on the spectrum.

Sorry, my family's normal.
I don't know what that means.

It means, when I get something in my
head, I'm like a dog with a bone.

If it's revenge, it's revenge.

If it's a guy, it's a guy.

And if it's Miss American Lady,
it's a crown.

That's why my momma
put me into pageants,

to channel all of this for good.

- Right.
- Pageants keep me sane.

So don't take my bone away,
or someone might get bit.

What the hell is she doing here?

Sorry for the confusion.

Turns out Patty will
be claiming the crown.

What?! No! You said
it was gonna be mine!

I'm sorry. When Bob told
me Patty left town,

- I just assumed...
- Do something!

My crazies get triggered when
somebody changes the plan!

Oh...

This was always the plan.

What?

Come on, Patty, let's claim
what's rightfully yours.

Mm-hmm.

Oh...

I loved being Miss Magic Jesus.

It had been the most magical
two weeks of my life.

I got the key to the city,
I got to read to orphans.

Now, this is your last Wiener
Taco for a little while.

Gotta start tightening that
belt before regionals.

Hmm?

- Still not talking to Christian?
- He's not worth it.

Oh, good. You don't
need distractions now.

We got a lot to do before regionals,
starting with getting you a sponsor.

A sponsor? Like my mom has in AA?

No, no, a sponsor like someone
to fund your campaign.

I mean, regionals are not cheap.

Between the entry fee and the
wardrobe and the makeup,

you're looking at upwards of $5,000.

But that is where the sponsor comes in.

Most titleholders find a local
business willing to foot the bill

in exchange for the
promotion of their brand.

Okay, why can't you do it?
Your law firm's a local business.

Well, because ideally, the sponsor's
related to your platform in some way.

Join us for our grand reopening and
the unveiling of our Ween-Mobile.

Choi?

What are you doing?

My job.

My dad sold the Booze 'N Stuff
and bought this place, so...

I'm supposed to be drumming up
business for our grand reopening.

He looked like a wienie,

but his hard shell gave me
an idea for a hard sell.

You want Wiener Taco to
be your pageant sponsor?

Think about it.

It would be a great
opportunity to spread

the word about the grand reopening.

And you'd be doing good
for the community,

supporting Patty's platform of raising
awareness of eating disorders.

What does Wiener Taco have
to do with eating disorders?

So glad you asked, Mr. Choi.

Like any new restaurateur,
you wanna widen your customer base.

What better way to do that

than by adding healthier
options to the menu?

What's a Leaner Wiener?

It's the healthy
version of the Wiener Taco.

So like a turkey wiener,
or a veggie wiener.

Wouldn't that be a greener wiener?

Imagine, a healthy eating campaign,

fronted by Masonville's
very own Miss Magic Jesus,

who advocates for positive body image.

Also, I could host your grand reopening.

We could call you the Wiener Queen,

or the Wiener Taco Belle.

- We'll make you a Wiener crown.
- Hold your roll, Choi.

I just opened a business.
What makes you think I have any money

to throw at a pageant girl?

A valid point, Mr. Choi.

Which... is why I took the liberty

of outlining this
multi-pronged marketing plan.

Mom?

Herman Choi loved the
Leaner Wiener pitch,

and he's gonna sponsor
me for regionals.

Oh, yay! Oh, we both have good news.

Oh, I got my period,
dodged another pregnancy bullet.

Up top.

Oh, shit.

So, how late are you?

Maybe a week?

Gotta keep a stash of
condoms in your purse.

We used one.

Figures I would be in the
unlucky two percent.

He probably keeps 'em in his wallet.

The heat from your butt
breaks down the latex,

lets the swimmers get through.

Let's just hope this is a false alarm.

So... your first time?

It's a big deal.

Yeah, he didn't think so.

I told him I loved him afterwards.

- You know what he said?
- "Make me a sandwich"?

"What's your name again"?
"Don't tell my wife"? "I have cash"?

Just some of my greatest hits.

Yeah, no.

Uh, he said... "That was fun."

Oh, Patty.

Nobody's first time is ever
what they expected it to be.

Mine was, well, totally
wrong, all of it.

I just want to forget about it.

Hmm?

Well...

it's gonna be a little hard to do now.

Who the hell gets pregnant
the first time they have sex?

After using a condom?
I had to be cursed.

I'm freaking the fuck out.

Yeah, that's how I felt.

I... I don't know what to do.

Sweetie, you have to make
the biggest decision of your life.

Are you gonna tell Christian?

Not until I decide what I'm gonna do.

Right.

All right.

Okay.

I never told you this before,

but...
I was gonna give you up for adoption.

Wait, what?

I was young, single,
and I didn't want to get an abortion.

I think a woman should
have the right to choose.

I do, but I... I just personally...

I couldn't do it.

Okay.

When did you decide to keep me?

Right after you were born.

See, I fucked up when I asked
the nurse if I could hold you,

because I figured I'd
give you a proper goodbye

and then hand you off to people

who were a little less,
well... train-wrecky.

But then I held you,
and your little head smelled like cake.

And you just looked up at me like you

were just daring me to raise you.

And that's when I knew I
could never let you go.

And you think that was a mistake?

Oh, baby, no. No, no, no. Not for me.

But for you?

Maybe you could have had a
better life with someone else.

Well, then I wouldn't be
me if I didn't have you.

Right. Oh, my baby.

So, what do you think I should do?

The idea of my 17-year-old daughter
having a baby seems ridiculous.

And the idea of me being
a grandma, come on.

So you think I should have an abortion?

Theoretically, yeah.

But in reality, no.

So I honestly don't
know what to tell you.

It's times like these I
do wish you had a dad,

or another person to weigh in.

I have Bob.

You know, yeah.

Maybe you should talk to him.

I was finally in an upswing,

and with Brick away at
a wrestling retreat,

I could relax and get some
much-needed self-care.

Oh, sorry. Too deep?

Never.

Come on, Shane, you've been
working on me for years.

You should know by
now, the deeper the better.

Right.

So, how's, uh...? How's Coralee?

So much for relaxing.

Hello?

I'll... I'll be right there.

My father had collapsed.
Chest pains, they said.

But until I knew more,
I chose to stay calm.

Until my own heart
leapt out of my chest.

I can't believe you're here.

Well, I'm still your
father's emergency contact.

Plus, no matter what's going on
between us... I'm still your wife.

Where are you staying?

- You could come home, and we could...
- At the Palomino in town.

- Have you talked to the doctors?
- Not yet.

It's Patty.

Hello?

Bob. Can you meet me in person?

We need to talk. It's, uh, an emergency.

Yeah, I'm kind of having my
own emergency right now.

- My dad's in the hospital.
- Oh, my God. I'm so sorry.

Never mind, we can talk later.
You've got enough to deal with.

Okay, just tell me now
'cause otherwise I'll worry.

Not over the phone.

- Patty, just spit it out. I don't...
- I'm pregnant.

- Is it Brick's?
- It's Christian's.

How could you be so irresponsible?

I wasn't, we used a condom.

I just have horrible luck,
and now everything is ruined.

Miss Magic Jesus, my future.
Just please tell me what to do.

My mom's too close to it.

- You're my coach and my godfather.
- I'm also a man,

which means I have no right to tell
you what to do with your body.

Bob... is Patty pregnant?

No. I...

Mr. Armstrong?

I gotta go.

N...

I couldn't believe everyone
else got to go about their business,

and I had to make the biggest
decision of my life.

How's my dad?

He's had a heart attack,
he'll need a triple bypass.

Oh, no.

He's awake, and he wants to
speak with you now. Alone.

I haven't been in a hospital
since my vasectomy.

Scariest part of that was having
another man shave my balls.

Now, I could die.

But...

...bypass surgery is a heart
surgeon's bread and butter.

I... I'm sure you'll be fine.

On the off chance that I'm not,

there's a few things I
want to get off my chest.

I know you and I haven't had
the easiest relationship.

I've been hard on you your whole life.

- Yeah, but it's okay. We don't need...
- There's a reason for that.

Yeah.

It's because the only ball I could throw
was the kind where people danced.

No.

Because I always resented the
attention you got from your mother.

Oh, son, the two of you
were like peas in a pod.

You loved all the same things.
Purses, shoes...

I was jealous.

You were closer to your
mother than I could ever be.

You were jealous of me?

Your mother was the best
thing that ever happened to me.

And if you know what's good for you,

you'll fight for the best thing
that's ever happened to you.

Coralee.

I'm trying.

Try harder.

Mom didn't know what to tell me,
Bob refused to weigh in.

I might have been with child,

but I had never felt
more alone in my life.

Oh.

Hi.

Hi.

Are you okay?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.

You're doing that thing when
you have a panic attack,

and you're breathing fast
and your nostrils flare.

Okay, I'm not fine.

So, talk to me.

I thought you didn't want me to,
after your confession?

Yeah, well, I have Dee now.

But having a girlfriend isn't
the same as having a bestie.

I know.

I mean, not about having a girlfriend.

I'm assuming it's the same
as having a boyfriend.

Not exactly.

I mean... at least you guys
don't have to worry about...

one of you accidentally
getting pregnant.

Patty, are you pregnant?

It's Christian's.

I haven't told him yet.
Not until I decide what to do.

You're not thinking of
keeping it, are you?

I mean, my mom did.

And if she hadn't, I wouldn't exist.

She said she never felt
love like that in her life.

Maybe that's what'll make me feel whole.

Patty, you're 17.

You have no job, no money.

You haven't even graduated
from high school yet.

And I think you and I can both agree,
you're not exactly a role model.

I'm getting an abortion.

You... already decided?

Well, what are you doing here?

I... I thought you wanted
to talk things through?

I wanted to make sure you thought
I was making the right choice.

Oh, it doesn't matter what I think.

You're the one who's gonna have
to live with this decision

for the rest of your life.

I do have to let you know the state
of Georgia requires parental consent.

What? Why? It's my body.

Not according to the law.

I really don't want to put
my mom in that position.

- When do you turn 18?
- In, like, a month.

Waiting seems like a bad idea.

Yeah, and...

if I petition the court to
waive parental consent...

it could take even longer.

Okay, it feels like
there's no good choice.

Well, sometimes there isn't.

Should I see if Herman Choi can postpone
the Wiener Taco grand reopening?

We both have a lot on our minds.

I need the distraction.

But if you can't make it,
I totally get it.

I will.

Good luck with your dad.

Oh, so sorry. Bob.

Hey, you're good with color.
What do you think of a green wallpaper?

- Hey, this one matches your eyes.
- What are you doing here?

- What? You don't know?
- Know what?

I work here now.

I resigned from the DA's office.

You work here? Since when?

Today. Your father made me a huge offer.

I guess having his heart
attack made him take stock.

- Said he's making some big changes.
- Is this a f... joke?

No, not at all. I'm just getting a
head start redecorating my office.

What... What about your
plans to run for mayor?

- Isn't it better for you to stay the DA?
- Hmm...

You sure ask a lot of questions
for a guy using office hours

to work with pageant clients.

- Does your dad know you do that?
- Back off, Bob!

Hmm.

How the hell am I going to tell
my mom that I want an abortion,

and that I need her to sign off?

What about Christian?
Have you told him yet?

I don't know what to say.

What are you doing?

Drafting a text.

"Hey, it's Patty. I'm knocked up and..."
Uh...

- Oops.
- What? Oops what?

- Did you accidentally send it?
- Psych.

- You're an asshole.
- And you missed me.

I super, super did.

Oh! Hey, is this, like, okay?

- I mean, you know, because the...
- It's fine.

So, you're totally over me?

- It isn't weird?
- No.

It's like the opposite of weird.

Ah...

Awesome.

'Cause I wanted to ask you to sleep

over, but I didn't
want it to be weird.

But now that I know
that it's not, can you?

I don't want to be alone today.

Sure.

Absolutely.

- Okay, you know what?
- Hmm?

It is weird.

What? Why?

Because you're on top of me.

And I know it doesn't mean anything,
but my body doesn't, and I just...

I'll see you tomorrow at the
Wiener Taco opening, okay?

I was furious at my father for

hiring Bob "Balls for Brains" Barnard.

But I couldn't confront him
on the eve of his surgery,

so instead, I chose to focus
on opening up Coralee's heart.

And her shoulders,
and her hip flexors, and her neck.

Smells great.

Coq au vin, it's Coralee's favorite.

Things lately between us
have been a little tense.

Hello, Bob?
I'm here, but I'm a little early.

Sorry about that.

What's all this?

Shane?

What's he doing here?

I booked you a massage.

And I cooked dinner and got flowers.

Okay, I thought we were gonna talk.

We are. I just...
I wanted to show you how much I care.

Do you think that
wining and dining me is

gonna make me forget about everything?

- Because...
- It's a Band-Aid, Bob.

- Nobody asked you, Shane.
- I'm just saying.

I'm getting certified
to be a life coach,

and the first step in resolving
any problem is radical honesty.

So if you two were to sit...

Shane, please pack up your stuff and go.

- You know what? Maybe I should go, too.
- No, don't. Don't.

Please don't.

Give me a chance.

- So are you gonna Venmo me?
- Shane, get out!

Okay, no.
Thank you very much, I appreciate it.

You know what?

Maybe that Shane did have a point.

Complete radical honesty.

- Ask me anything.
- Okay, Stella Rose.

Uh, when did it end?

- Twenty years ago.
- Why?

You were pregnant, with Cat.

Did she ask you to leave me?

Yes.

Did you consider?

- Yes.
- Fuck you, Bob.

I'm being radically honest.

I want you to trust me.

Mm!

Trust you? I hate you.

Good. That means you still care.

How was the sex?

Good.

Good, or great?

- Different.
- Oh, please explain in detail.

She was into role-playing
and light BDSM.

Like spanking?

Yeah. And other stuff,

like bondage, and choking,

and breath-play.

What the fuck is breath-play, Bob?

Do you think about her
when you're alone?

Sometimes.

Do you think about her
when you're with me?

- Not anymore.
- Did you love her?

I did. Once. A long time ago.

Did you love her more than you loved me?

Never.

Then what did she give
you that I couldn't?

She... appreciated the parts of me

that you just don't understand.

She... She saw me.

Well, I see you.

No, I know how you roll your eyes at me.

All the pageant stuff.
You... You think I'm ridiculous.

No, I don't. I think you're evolved.

You know, it takes a really secure man

to put his ego aside
and let a woman shine.

And you've been doing that for
me since the moment I met you.

It's what made me finally feel...
special.

And I guess you found someone
that made you feel that way.

Just happened to be
when we were married.

Maybe one person can't give
you everything that you need.

You do.

You do see me.

And honestly, I've never been more in

love with you than I am right now.

The news was all good.

Any blockages to my father's
heart had been removed,

and so had any obstacles
between me and Coralee.

Hey.

Get a room.

I see you took my advice.

Yeah.

Thanks for that.

I'm surprised you
were able to pull it off.

Coralee, I thought you'd
actually want a guy who was,

you know, more like... a guy.

Wow...

Dad, you must be the only man in history

to have a brush with mortality and
become an even bigger asshole.

- Okay, Bob. It's okay.
- No.

I thought we finally had a breakthrough.

Just because we had one
touchy-feely moment,

doesn't mean I went soft like you.

I can't believe you hired Bob
"Backbiter" Barnard behind my back!

It was just business.

I didn't tell you because I didn't wanna
deal with you having a temper tantrum.

I am not having a tantrum!

I am feeling hurt and angry!

Okay, okay. Okay, Bob, let's just
go have a time-out. It's okay.

How could he hire Barnard?
Knowing how I feel about him?

I don't know.

Actually, you do know, 'cause
you did the same thing.

You ran to Barnard behind my back.

Why him of all people?

Okay, you know what, Bob? I don't
know. We're friends, and...

Did you sleep with him?

With Barnard?
No, I did not sleep with him.

Of course I did not sleep with him.

Did...?

Did you sleep with someone else?

Oh, my God! Who is it?

Coralee, you answer me right now.

Radical honesty.

Okay, it was Shane.

Our massage therapist?

He... He had his hands
on my ass yesterday.

You know what? You can't be mad.

You cheated. I cheated. We both cheated.

I slept with Stella Rose 20 years ago.

You slept with Shane,
what, 20 minutes ago?

Bob, wait, you can't just leave.

Why not?

You did.

It has recently been brought to my
attention that you're pregnant.

- Who told you that?
- It doesn't matter.

We cannot have an unwed
pregnant teenager

representing Miss Magic Jesus.

Which is why I'm getting an abortion,

- so nobody will have to know.
- That is not any better.

I'm sorry.
I need to strip you of your crown.

Wait, what? How is that fair?

I can't be pregnant and I
can't get an abortion?

You should have thought about that
before you had premarital sex.

Right, because if a guy
has sex, he's a stud,

but if a girl does it, she's a slut?

Patty, don't.

Don't you want to know
who the father is?

It's me. I'm the father.

My God, thank God you're safe.
Your mom and I were so worried.

Christian, what are you doing here?

When you wouldn't answer my
calls, I called your mom.

- She told me you were in trouble.
- Wait, did you say you're the father?

- My mom told you?
- No, not that you're pregnant.

I had no idea until just now.

I came back because I was worried
something was really wrong,

but this is so cool.

I mean, we can get married,
raise the baby together.

What? No. No, I'm having an abortion.

Okay, everybody, let's calm down.

Patty could be a shining
example of family values.

You could totally let
her keep the crown.

I mean, you'd have to let me
skip military school, but...

Are you using me?

No.

I love you.

No, you don't.

I want us to be a family.

You, me, and our baby.

It's not a baby. Okay?
There is no baby, it's just cells.

This is why I didn't want to tell you.

- What's wrong?
- Ah! Ow!

They say a child is a blessing.

So the idea of losing one shouldn't have
come as a surprise to someone like me.

You're not pregnant.

I'm having a miscarriage?

No, I mean that you were never pregnant.

The ultrasound revealed
that you have a teratoma.

- A what?
- A teratoma.

Also known as a chimera.

It's a parasitic twin that
you consumed in utero.

I've never encountered one before.

What the fuck are you
talking about, lady?

It's very, very
rare. Maybe one in 40,000.

Even less likely than getting
knocked up with a condom.

So I wasn't cursed. I was a freak.

I took a pregnancy test.
It came back positive.

A teratoma can cause a missed
period and a false positive.

So, we're not having a baby?

Wait. You're saying that I could
have been a twin? But I ate it?

- I wouldn't say that you ate it.
- That's kind of badass.

What is wrong with you?

What is wrong with me?

What kind of person eats her own twin?

Just to be clear, I am definitely
not saying that you ate it.

It makes sense

that you were a compulsive
eater from the start.

I'm a monster.

No wonder you don't love me.

But I do.

Baby or no baby.

I came back before I even knew
that you were pregnant. Remember?

Is it dangerous, this twin?

Oh, she's fine.

Today's incident was most
likely caused by stress,

but I'd still suggest having it removed
to avoid further complications.

You mean, like surgery?

- Mm-hmm.
- Can that be done, like, outpatient?

It's major abdominal surgery.

It's three days in the hospital,
maybe eight weeks to fully recover.

Mm-mm.
Regionals are in a month and a half.

You wouldn't be able to compete.

Is it...? Is it okay to wait?

Uh, she has had it her whole life, and
it's only now become symptomatic.

I'd say another month or two won't hurt.

I can't believe I could
have had another kid.

I can't believe I'm not pregnant.

I can't believe you get to
keep your crown. Right?

I need to talk to Patty alone.

This thing inside you...

Can you talk to her later?

Patty, the Wiener Taco grand
reopening started 20 minutes ago.

You feeling up to it?

Of course I was feeling up to it.

I wasn't cursed, I was lucky as shit!

I had dodged a pregnancy bullet.

Nothing could rain on
my Wiener Taco parade.

Sure, I had a weird absorbed twin,
but that was a problem for another day.

Patty, we need to talk.

Um, can we talk later?
I have Wiener Queen duty.

No wiener is more important
than your spiritual sanctity.

Forget about regionals,
we need to get that thing out of you.

Whatever's inside of you is pure evil.

- What?
- I felt it

when I laid my hands on
you before your baptism.

Now I understand why.

I thought the baptism
would take care of it,

but it's so much worse than I thought.

I don't know if that thing is
mad that it never got born,

or if there's some kind of demon...

Wait. Are you saying I could
have an actual demon inside me?

- That's crazy.
- Is it?

You said it yourself,
you thought you couldn't be saved.

I've also said I had a demon,
but I didn't mean it literally.

- Thank God you're here.
- What happened?

Explain later.
It's time to unveil the Ween-Mobile.

- Patty.
- Stay away from her.

She's bad news.

- But I love her.
- Military school is still an option.

We do not want to have another situation
like we did in Brazil, do we?

- What is she doing here?
- Ah.

I thought you told Pastor
Mike she was pregnant?

Let me do some recon.

- Patty didn't lose her crown...
- Jeez!

...for being pregnant?

- How did you know she was pregnant?
- The office walls are thin.

I heard the entire conversation.

Are you the one who told Pastor Mike?

You can't keep secrets from me.
Especially now that I'm your boss.

Sorry, you're my what?

Yeah, your father's retiring,
making me senior partner.

From now on, you report to me.

Figured your name should be smaller
because I'm senior partner.

Are you... kidding me?

You humiliate me at the
mother-daughter pageant.

You weasel your way into my marriage.

You are constantly trying
to sabotage Patty.

And now this. I mean, what
did I ever do to you?

This isn't about you, Bob.
This is about survival.

This...

I made a couple of bad investments,
and I am damn near broke.

When I heard about your father's health,

I told him he needed to
think about his legacy.

- Wait a minute.
- So this was your idea?

He was more than happy to turn the
company over to a better man.

And now, introducing the
Wieneriffic Ween-Mobile.

So you can get your wieners
when you're in-between-er.

[music playing over speakers]
♪ Come on down to the Wiener Taco ♪

♪ You can feed your face
And you'll find a friend ♪

♪ His name is Señor Weenie
And he's Mex-i-licious ♪

♪ Come to Wiener Taco
And you'll come again ♪

Give me that crown!

What?

Patty Bladell had a wiener in her taco.

She's a knocked-up slut.

I am not. I have a teratoma.

That's not even a real word.

Give it to me!

Patty.

Just save it, all right?
Just don't even start.

Bob...

you're beautiful.

Oh!

Hey! Hey, quit.

Quit it!

Wh... Wh...

Why do you keep fucking with me?

Do you really hate me that much?

I love you.

What do you mean, you love me?

Since we were 14 years old.

That's why we couldn't
be friends anymore,

because I knew what I wanted,
and I knew you didn't want it.

I... I don't.

- She has teeth like a shark!
- Holy shit, she has fangs!

You... bitch.

Oh, my God!

I had been so
worried I created a life,

but now I may have taken one.

Maybe Pastor Mike was right,

maybe there was evil inside me.

I always knew there was
something wrong with me.

My eating, my rage.

What if I wasn't cursed?

What if I was possessed?

How the hell do you abort a demon?

sync and corrections by awaqeded
www.MY-SUBS.com.