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I already know what the fuck time it is. It's Gordius Knob Smith from Guar. We're

here jacking off in my mom's room today. Check her out. Because I'd be liking to

jack off doing some jack off stuff in here. If you know what I'm saying, I'll

be sizzling and saying.

The craziest thing happened last week. That's why I got all these cameras set

up, because nobody's ever going to believe me. Also, I'm borrowing my mom's

butt boy. His name's Frugal Boots, and he's going to document the whole thing.

Fuck you, Frugal Boots. Let's go over to this magical altar right here. If I take

any of these drawings that I did when I was a little kid and I ejaculate right

onto the drawing, the fucking thing comes to life. I will jack these

pictures off into fucking existence.

Oh, what about this hot dog?

You guys want to see that?

Watch this

It's

covered in my cum that's kind of gross I like that

I'll tell you one thing I've always wanted to come on. That's my own

beautiful, luscious face. But I don't quite bend that way. Why don't we go

over to the altar? We're going to get a little drawing of a mini-mini-mini-mini

-chagoko-goko-grodius boy.

There we go. Get ready for action.

Well, I don't know. Usually something happens by now.

I don't know. Maybe I just lost my mojo, baby.

Oh, my God.

That is an evil Grotius.

Would you look at that?

Hot dog, Grotius. That's a nice pee-pee.

Wait, no, no. No, don't come on me, please.

Oh, yeah?

You can play that dog game.

Are you boys jacking off in...

I'm the Berserk of Blothar, and we are Gwar!

Hey, that's us!

Yes, so sit back, human filth, and revel in the unholy horrors that we're about

to show you.

Hello, Hemlock here!

And I'm Riptide!

Hey, Riptide, what time is it? Great question, Skeeto. It's time to sing the

song.

Today's song is really special.

It's about something that happens to everybody in the whole wide world.

Learning how to swim?

botulism today's song is about wait wait wait wait but first we need to pick a

friend from the audience to help us sing the song

Waves go back to sea Everything that lives and grows Will one day cease to be

Yes, it might be painful And yes, it will be sad So don't, don't you dare

waste your last chance Until we die, we're gonna Dance,

dance, dance, dance, dance Life is one big party Dance until your feet fall off

Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance Once we get it started, don't let the

music stop, stop, stop, stop.

Hi, I'm Daisy. Good morning. Hey, what up? Oh, I didn't know you'd be filming.

Oh yeah, just a little how it's made for the marketing team.

Sam's idea.

Oh mom, stop.

Like a promo dog.

Do you know what that is, dear?

Yeah, I do.

Um, is that okay? Of course it's okay.

Um, actually, we're on a bit of a tight schedule, so can we get this moving? Of

course, yeah.

So, uh, did you ever watch The Curious Chorus?

No, I'm not that old.

So that's the one you guys are rebooting?

Rebooting? No, we're not rebooting anything. No one likes a reboot.

It's a reimagining for a new audience.

And the show was so popular back in the day, it's poised to be a big hit.

We just need to get the designs right.

What do you mean?

Oh, we're going to do a digital scan of the original puppets and render that

into 3D images.

Oh, man, George isn't going to like that.

The show was so popular, how come it only had one season?

It only needed one season.

No reason to bring it back.

Especially not the way you're doing it.

Everyone this is George. He's in charge of the puppets Hey George,

what you working on?

If you if you want to see how the scan process works I can show you just you

know place to set up There are some tables in the

other room, I'll show you Daisy don't you have some work to be doing yeah

Sorry, guys.

Okay.

We got this, guys. Come on, let's get to work.

I don't understand what the problem is. Oh, shit. You don't own these puppets.

Drama. Nobody owns them.

Oh, yes, they do.

The studio owns them.

And I'm the studio.

And you, George, have two choices.

You can either give us the puppets, we scan them, and we give them back to you,

or we take them up to our offices, and you never see them again.

Okay.

You sure? Give me the puppets, George!

Okay.

Fucking guy.

The fucking puppets. What the fuck's wrong with him?

Sam, you gotta cut this, because I'm sorry. I just went off for a minute, so

we can't use this.

Cool.

Thanks, man.

So come check it out.

Process is pretty cool, actually.

Just scan the puppets here.

Yeah, that's a new machine we just picked up. Works great.

Hey, George, could you step away, please, so he can get the backside of

the puppets? Thank you.

And it should be popping up on my laptop over there.

Uh, you see it?

Uh, yo, Chris, are they supposed to look like that?

What?

What happened?

You tell me. Fix it.

Uh, it's fine. We can scan it again. We can scan it again. You're just going to

get more of the same. Why?

Well, clearly they don't want to be scanned.

You're over there plotting their demise, and they're not having it.

Who the fuck are you?

Geppetto?

Yeah, I think I just went too fast.

It'll take like five minutes. Okay, yeah, do it. So do it again.

Okay, yeah, sorry.

It's probably just a little glitch anyway.

Yeah, it's no big deal. All right. No, I trust you.

You can do it. Oh, man, it's still not looking right.

Yeah. And if you go a little fast, it distorts the image a bit.

Yeah, okay, yeah.

The only thing is I got to go fast out of here, so I have other meetings.

Yeah, your assistant told me five minutes max.

It's fine. This is fucking boring.

Restricted? Wonder why.

Whoa.

Jesus Christ.

Huh?

Idiot.

Whoa. Is that... That's... I think that's George's workstation.

How do you do, fine sir?

Tough crowd.

Okay. Whoa.

Huh.

Skull collection.

Oh, hello, kitty.

A lot of stuff in here.

Whoa.

What's this?

This a new guy.

My name is George and I like toys.

I see you.

What the fuck?

Once we get started, don't let the music stop, stop, stop, stop.

Don't matter if you're porridge or black and blue.

Like mold comes for a sandwich.

The darkness comes for you.

Is that George?

Shit.

You've got to be kidding me.

What are you doing? Jesus, what am I doing?

What the fuck are you doing, man?

Scans are done.

Time to go. Oh, thank God.

Actually,

don't you want to get a look at the set?

Where is this guy taking us? I can't see shit in here. I think we should get out

of here.

Hey, can we get some lights on, please?

Did he move the puppets over here? This has all just been sitting here?

Well, we've been using it for storage, mostly.

Storage? This is fantastic.

Great production value.

I love it.

Everybody, come on. Take a puppet.

Uh, yeah, I'm good.

Well, I wasn't asking.

You all wanted to bring back the Curious Chorus.

That's what we're going to do.

Yeah.

Come on.

Oh.

Oh, hello, how are you?

I'm fine.

How are you?

Hey, lady, what's your name?

Vanessa.

I mean, there's only three of us, so I don't think we can do it.

Uh, right, um... Daisy?

Jesus Christ.

Daisy!

Do you remember the day you were adopted, I brought you to a puppet show?

Mom, shut the fuck up. Stop.

What do you mean, shut the fuck up? This is ridiculous.

Why are we here? This is not ridiculous. This is fine. It's going to work. This

is going to work. I love it.

It's going to be great. Come on.

What are you waiting for?

Put them on.

Put them on.

Jesus, all right.

Now, if you want to do the Curious Chorus, You gotta know their best song.

Just hang tight. I got it all queued up right here.

Did anybody else's puppet just move on its own?

Yeah! George!

How do we stop it?

I don't want to do this anymore!

The darkness comes for you. You can smoke and puff the day away. Go for

early morning runs.

Hey, I'm working here.

You're next.

Exit, exit, exit, exit.

It wouldn't be warm.

Let's get salamonized.

Salum. Mini.

Minimize. Mini.

Slim.

Slim. Slim Bob!

Cat got your tongue?

Yeah, just to look like tape it doesn't stick to anything I don't understand how

this is supposed to make a movie show me the movie I Don't know I think

maybe goes in here He goes in there

Yeah, see how do you push play?

It's a double feature

Oh, no!

Action. All right, squad. Quick update.

We're now 30 minutes out from the spot. And trust me, this one's insane.

Three months ago, one of our subscribers sent us a screenshot. Said he spotted

something strange in the woods near the Bulgarian border.

See that number right there?

That's a Soviet military code. So we started digging. Old military maps.

archives satellite images forums nobody's visited since 2007 no photos

online no roads leading to it nothing which usually means we're about to get

arrested if we're the first people inside and we will be this video is

gonna blow up like new so hit subscribe smash that like button and come along

with us look at this ass oh

like it so hot Why are you filming me all the time? I mean, I'm trying to do

beautiful shots here. Because I love you. Oh, that's beautiful.

So, I don't think we're walking towards the main entrance.

I think this could be like a secondary entrance.

Maybe an emergency exit.

Maya, slow the fuck down.

Come on. Yeah, come on.

We're almost there.

Remind me why I'm dating a drill sergeant.

Because you love suffering.

What is that?

Look at this.

I think we're close.

Idiot.

I'd have it any day now.

Right?

Am I right?

Am I right?

Look at that.

Holy shit.

Come on, look. Put John on your knees and make as if you were discovering it.

All right.

You ready?

Discover it. Discover it.

Yes.

Eight, five, four, baby!

Woo!

Oh, wow.

How did we get down there?

You gonna be okay?

Okay.

Yes.

Your turn.

Okay, let's do the intro again. This is way creepier.

Let's go.

All right, you beautiful night owls. Welcome to another episode of Wes and

Maya's Midnight Misadventure.

Tonight's special feature, we're taking you inside a Cold War military

installation.

that hasn't been visited in at least 40 years. Yeah, and folks, let me tell you,

if this place doesn't have at least one creepy government experiment left

behind,

I'm blaming you.

Oh, wow.

I knew it.

Come on, don't pretend to speak Russian.

Oh, yes, indeed I do.

It's written, Wes, you'd better invite Maya to dinner tonight.

I'm gonna try to open it.

1967 i don't think we're looking at a bunker i think it's more likely uh

infrastructures yeah infrastructures common center

communication maybe a listening station that's right

Next door.

Want me to open it?

I would like to.

Wait, Shaq.

No, no. Testing chamber.

I'm trusting you.

Okay. Next stop.

There.

Generator.

No reverb.

Perfect silence.

I've never heard my voice in a place like this. It's amazing.

My God, it's the best.

Okay,

let me just... Do not remain in this area for more than 15 minutes.

Okay. I guess we'd better hurry. Oh, yeah.

All right, folks, so we're inside an anechoic chamber.

And engineers use room like this to test antennas for other systems, anything

that actually requires a ton of acoustic insulation.

And now with those little microphones, you'll be able to hear exactly what we

hear. Right on.

All right.

Sound check. Sound check. One, two. One, two. One, two.

All right. All right. All right. All right. Just like saying Maya in the

heart. I think you can hear my heart.

We're gonna try to switch it on. It should be easy because we already opened

the door.

Red and red.

Yellow and yellow.

Should work.

Shit!

Oh, my God.

Oh, that's crazy. What is that?

Oh, fuck.

Did you touch anything?

No, I didn't.

i didn't touch anything wait wait wait

wait wait let's think let's think

let's think let's think move on i

don't have any signals how

are we gonna get out of here help me come on come on

There must be some kind of way. You opened his door with cables.

He must be able to reverse it. I don't know, like some kind of solution.

I don't know what the hell to do.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Here, wait.

I can't hear everything.

Please. Wes?

Let's get our location, right?

Shh, shh.

Wes?

Shh. Please.

Thank you.

I think he's dead.

Hi guys, how are you guys it's been

I have no clue.

I think it can be like 16 or 17 or something like that.

The only thing that I know is that I'm stuck.

I'm so fucking stuck.

There's noises everywhere.

I can hear my blood.

I can hear when I do like this with my eyes.

This?

Let me show you.

Okay, I just have to take this little microphone and then I put it on my

belly.

Sick, right?

I don't have anything

to give to my baby.

I don't have anything to...

Bye-bye.

fucking coke on the catering table and i'm not talking about cola time

to act i'm acting like i give a shit about this whole fucking thing i

am the berserk line i don't know what's going on here my name is line i don't

know i can't remember i don't remember anything i haven't seen the script the

line oh yeah we're gonna get fucked up tonight

Smells like a glory hole in here.

It's fucking ammonia everywhere.

It smells like Lysol and dicks keep popping through a hole in the wall. What

the fuck else do you call it but a glory hole, Maury?

Hello, it's Scum. It's me, Saurborg Destructo. That's right, I know. I'm the

drop-dead sexiest scumdog there is out there.

But enough about me.

It's our guest here.

What do I call you? Do I call you the Elder Gods, the Old Ones? What do I call

you? How do I address you?

Oh,

that's dumb.

I mean, mysterious, mysterious, yes.

So what's it like being an all-knowing entity?

Libation, you say?

Oh, no, I don't go for that. If there's one thing I hate, it's liars.

Liars.

Excuse me! Excuse me! What's happening?

So, this is the start of my student documentary project.

My life, day to day.

The assignment is to record my daily activities and organize them into a

story. My tools will be my trusty, dusty Sony compact vlog camera, which is

shooting me right now.

And here, drum roll please, is my new expensive

secret weapon.

My new camera eyeglasses with a built-in 4k camera this is so

folks won't know i'm shooting them so let's get started

this is my room the furniture

is a bit antiquated but hey it was included a room

without a view but at least i have plenty of space and the bathroom's

right there

I don't want my picture done. Oops.

Okay, let's give this a shot.

Sounds like somebody is practicing.

Oh, hello.

I'm Phillip.

I'm Philip.

I just moved into the corner room, so I guess we're neighbors.

Who's that playing the violin?

Do you know?

There he is!

How's the new apartment, Mr. Howard?

So far, so good, Mrs. Blandy. Oh, good. Oh, I didn't know you wore glasses. Nice

frames. So you getting settled in okay?

Yes, I am. But can I ask you, who is that playing that crazy violin?

Oh, that... That's the gentleman named Mr.

Z. He lives on the top floor.

Kind of strange, but you'll get used to it.

Why strange?

Well, he works most evenings at some cheap club in the orchestra, and he

comes home and plays that crazy music.

That's why he stays in that lone apartment, so he can play during the

night. He doesn't play all night, though, does he?

He's a strange old bird, but you know what? He stays to himself and doesn't

bother nobody.

So there's only one room up there?

Yes, the attic. That's his. He came with the building kind of deal.

Uh, thanks.

Have a good night.

Night, dearie.

Good night.

Listen.

Hear that it's fucking 315 in the morning and he's up there playing his

ass off This

music is amazing Weird fucking

incredible

Oh, well.

Show's over, I guess.

Hmm.

Oops.

Shit.

Excuse me, Mr. Z?

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to surprise you.

Uh, my name is Philip Howard, and I'm a big fan of your music. Your violin work

is truly amazing.

You... You heard my music?

Yes, sir. I have heard it, and I think it's brilliant.

Thank you.

Mr. Z, would you play some of your music for me?

Are you a musician?

No, sir. I'm a student. A film student.

A what? A film student, sir.

And I would love to shoot you playing.

Shoot me?

Yes, sir, but with a camera.

A video camera.

But, Mr. Z, this is a good way to share your art with the world. Your music will

be recorded for posterity. I'm making a documentary, and I would like to put you

in it.

Okay.

Guess.

Excuse me, Mr.

Howard.

Mr. Howard, you say you can record my music and save it

for future generation?

Yes, sir.

Not only a musical record, but also video footage of you playing,

performing.

When can we do this?

Anytime you want, sir. You tell me.

Can we do this now?

Right now?

Yes, we can. Can you give me a few minutes to get my stuff, my equipment?

Yes.

Okay. Be right back.

Come, come.

Come.

Close.

Close the window.

Sit.

Sit.

Bravo. Bravo, Mr. Z. That was absolutely beautiful.

You know, what I'd really like to hear is another song I heard you play.

It goes something like this.

Listen. Never repeat that music.

Do not play it. Do not imitate it. Never listen to it.

Tell me, when did you hear it?

Last night. I heard you playing through my ceiling. My apartment's right under

yours. You heard me?

Then you have to move immediately to a different apartment on a lower floor.

What? Why?

I will arrange it with Mrs. Blandy and I will pay for it. Now leave.

Stop your camera and please leave.

What the fuck was that?

You saw Mr. C's face?

He was genuinely terrified.

Why?

In his window, those steel shutters were shaking like somebody was

trying to break in.

But he's on the third floor, so that doesn't make any sense.

Now, I'm telling you, there is something weird going on up there.

Okay, here I am moving down to my new apartment.

Stop it. I told you I don't want my picture took.

Don't worry. No pictures.

What's the matter?

You're moving out? You don't like us no more?

Nah, I'm just moving down to the first floor.

But, uh, tell me something.

What do you know about the old guy up on the top floor, Mr. Z?

Nothing. I don't know nothing.

How about you?

Yeah. Okay.

Our dear, we just got the place clean for you. Josh just did your floor.

Thanks, Mrs. B.

Thanks, Josh.

And as Mr. Z stipulated, your rent's all taken care of as long as you stay here.

Ever heard of anybody doing anything like that before?

No.

Friggin' peculiar if you ask me.

Enjoy your new place.

Uh, Mr. Z?

Uh, Mr.

Z, wait, sir.

I'm sorry about earlier. I really didn't mean to upset you with the documentary

and all, but you see, sir, I'm still making it, and I'm almost finished.

I think maybe if we could do one more interview, then, you know, we could talk

more about your music, and it doesn't have to be that other song. I know the

one that upset you so much, even though it's really great, but...

I'm just a fan now, sir, and I think maybe you could be an inspiration to

many other artists like you and... Sir, wait!

Fuck.

Jesus.

Yep. At it again.

What's going on?

Hi, Mr. Z. I was just coming to see how you were doing.

Oh, my God, your hair.

Please, excuse me.

Yeah, Mr. Z, of course. I'm sorry.

Interesting What

the

hell

What the fuck?

Get away from there!

Get away from there!

No, no, no, no. No, no, no, no, no. What is that?

It sees you now. It's coming.

It knows you now. What is that?

What is that?

Mr. Z, what the... What the fuck is happening?

Mr. C!

Mr. C!

Mr.

C, what's happening?

Mr. C!

I'm sorry.

That was sick.

Yeah.

Yeah. You know, that was cool. I like those found footage movies. Oh, yeah,

yeah, yeah. I know about those. Those are great.

How do you find the found footage, though? I don't know. We should find

somebody to go find footage. Wait, wait, wait. Testicles, hey, go find us that

found footage that we need to find.

Oh, man.

Is there a more beautiful music in all of existence?

The euphony of pain, the melodious agony of the tormented soul.

Horror and sound inexorably married, entangled like lovers

feeding off each other's suffering.

Filling our nightmares with the din of dread.

Sound...

Simple vibrations.

But sound holds a power.

The power to bring grown men to their very knees.

Quaking in utter terror.

Desperate to escape the torment.

Attacking their oral canal.

Boring deeper and deeper into their soul.

DECREPIT, I SHOULD FIND A MESSAGE JOIN SOAR WITH THE RING AS A PRINCE KICK OFF

POSITION IN IT THROUGH YOUR HEAD MISTAKENLY CONFIRM THE STAGE OPENING THE

TURTLE RING WITH A DISTINCT GRUNT TAPPING YOUR VEINS OFF LUTE AND BLOOD A

YARNING GAP SO SHUT IN HASE AN ATTRACTIVE CORPSE DRIED OUT HUMAN WASTE

Panicking as you're paralyzed, if only they knew you'd be saved Screaming,

silent and voiceless, as you are lowered into the grave Dreaming it's your burial

Trapped

in a box, sitting on the ground Slowly fall apart, never to be found Like a

dysfunctional substance Sweet and sour, stench of pus

Pass the ring, post your love on LinkedIn fam Hungry maggots coursing in

total mayhem Jaffa blinded by the silence, thought it's all you see Inside

his trunk, he's coming, he will spend eternity

Bellyking

heads, you're paralyzed Your words, nightmares come true Screaming, silent

and voiceless That's your night, every way they do

Bring it your barrier

As one with the cemetery Rotten, decayed,

rotten Soon you will be by the memory

Undead, buried

Panicking yet you're paralyzed, close to farming one and sell.

Screaming silent and voiceless, if only you could burn it out.

Bring it to a burial.

When I was a kid my dad was a legend He was the greatest producer I ever heard

He cut hundreds of tracks.

Two months ago, when he died, everything changed.

I've been stuck in a rut trying to mix this beating with his honor.

So I went back to his old demo tapes for inspiration.

and then I found this

Lydia

if you found this recording my corporeal form is likely toast

one start with the drum and bass the rhythm is the foundation the secret is

finding sounds that are unique original how many people use the same bland

presets making the music sound cookie cutter i can't find the sound i'm

looking for but i'm not going to give up for you dad

You know, some of the greats, Hendrix, the Peppers, Lil Wayne,

they used other things to reach higher levels.

I don't think my dad did.

But maybe.

Producing new organic sounds into my production.

Sounds that were one of a kind.

Fresh to the human ear.

I'm documenting everything like you said, Dad.

And the track is developing.

I just need more inspiration for the source material.

There she is Thanks for coming on such short notice.

I don't think you'd actually show how I think I needed this as much as you did

I've been cooked up in the studio all day That's what the camera.

Oh, it's for a documentary project. I'm working on okay I Have a few more of

these sure I wouldn't mind anything document away beautiful Cheers

to your project

And I'm working on a concept album. Oh, shit.

Really?

What kind of music?

Black metal.

Lots of organic percussion captured live.

Don't laugh at me.

I'm not.

It's just surprising. I mean, you look too sweet to be making heavy beats.

A lot of people say that until they get to know me.

And it's just too late.

You can leave your shoes at the door.

Gold records?

I didn't know you were that big.

No, they were just my dad's.

But I'm working on something right now that I'm hoping can be that big.

All right.

Lovely place.

Thanks.

This is my bedroom.

Shall we?

Yeah.

Oh, more cameras.

What is this?

Boogie nights?

What if it was? I thought you said you were down for anything.

What? You are a serious freak, aren't you?

You have no idea.

I have something I really want to try with you.

You down?

Oh, wow.

Legs, too?

I wish you could play any vulnerable.

Total isolation of the source material

Hey, let's pull me tight.

Sorry, I just need to establish a baseline frequency.

Hey, this isn't funny anymore.

Hey, no.

Sorry,

I'll try to be more gentle.

Yo!

Hey, I happened to catch your set at the bar tonight. That was really something

special.

Thanks. Uh, you actually...

Listen. Oh, no, it was all I could focus on.

You have a really incredible natural tone.

Have you ever looked into, like, recording a proper demo?

It's just all you?

Just me.

So you were saying this is like a recording studio?

Yeah, the booth is in the back, right over here. Cool.

You can just head right on in there.

Oh. And make yourself nice and cozy. Sounds good.

As good as I can be, yeah.

Yeah, you can adjust that however you want.

Seems pretty good.

I'm just gonna get us set up here.

All right, we are all set. This is where the magic happens.

I see.

Oh.

What's this plastic on the ground?

It's all just set up for a very special sound.

Got it.

That's cute.

Is it like what you normally wear for sessions?

Oh, you know, just to add to the feng shui of it all.

Definitely feng shui.

So,

I still don't really know what we're doing. What am I singing? What genre?

Soul music.

Don't really do soul music. I, uh... I'm more of a classical lyricist. Yo, what

do you... Yo, look, I don't mind a little bit of drugs. That looks crazy.

Um... What the fuck?

Fuck you.

I'm moving some equipment out of my studio down the street, and my back is

killing me.

I just need some help picking up, like, two crates.

It'll take 20 minutes tops. I'll give you 50 bucks cash to buy you dinner.

50 bucks cash and a pack of cigarettes.

Hop in, let's get you out of this cold.

By the way, why are you filming all this?

So I can replay it when I'm sad.

Miss Van Horn?

Shit.

Miss

Van

Horn? Detective Sharp. Sorry to disturb you. Oh.

No, it's fine. Is everything okay?

What's with the camera? Oh, I'm recording my creative process.

It's not exactly protocol to let you record this conversation, ma'am. You're

recording me.

Touche. We can exchange footage if you want. Okay. Well, I won't hold you up.

Unfortunately, we've had a string of missing persons reports within the last

two weeks in about a 10-block radius.

Oh, no, that's too bad.

So, I guess I'm just here to check if you've seen or heard anything.

Gosh, I don't know. You see all kinds of weird stuff in these parts, right?

Yeah, well... It is the big city, after all.

But, no.

Nothing stands out to me as particularly murderous lately.

Murderous? Yeah, when adults go missing and it's been over 48 hours, I'm pretty

sure the odds of it being a homicide increased by 70%. You live alone?

Yes. Yep, just me and my recording rig.

Cool.

You know, you have a very airy voice.

Have you ever recorded a demo?

Funny.

Very funny.

I dabbled.

A little bit.

In high school, but my calling wasn't making beats.

Walking the beat was.

While I'm working on a track right now, I feel like your voice would be just the

addition I need.

I'm flattered, but no.

I'm still on the job.

But please, do let me know if you see or hear anything.

Of course.

Have a productive day, Ms. Van Horn. And good luck on that track.

Fucking acts mind if I play it sure go right ahead

Just

remember to protect your neck

Okay, sweetie, I'm just gonna need a C major

Miss

Van Horn miss Van Horn. This is very serious

We have security footage of you talking to a man outside of a convenience store

about a week ago.

But Mr. Mark Stevenson, who hasn't been seen or heard from since?

And you think he's in here?

Well, would you mind if I take a look around?

Actually, yes, I would.

I don't know what kind of girl you take me for, but you are embarrassing me.

Miss Van Horn.

I'm gonna have to get real embarrassing if I have to come back here with a

search warrant.

I guess it will.

Listen.

Miss Van Horn, I'm back with that warrant.

Things are not looking too good for you.

Miss Van Horn?

Mother of God.

I don't know if I can do this one, Dad.

Don't move a muscle.

You're under arrest.

It's okay.

The music makes it worth it.

We got multiple homicides.

At least four.

I gotta count all the pieces to be sure.

Hands.

Feet.

And then there's all kinds of fucked up in here.

We did it, Dad.

It's perfect.

creature, digging out both my eyes with a razor.

Refuse to say I never played a traitor, a bunch of set of bites, motherfucking

hell raiser.

Outro Music

When all's said and done, it's all fucking disgusting.

Look at the ones at the top, taking the turn hiding something.

Run into God, drop down your knees for the devil.

And what the hell is the fun, if everything can't be your pleasure?

To pull the human creature, saying I'll put my eyes with a razor.

Refuse to say I never played a- Bye.

Bye. Bye.

Flowers lose their petals.

Waves go back to sea.

Everything that lives and grows will one day cease to be.

Yes, it might be painful. And yes, it will be sad. So don't you dare waste

your last chance. Until we die, we're gonna... Dance, dance, dance,

dance, dance.

Life is one big party.

Dance until your feet fall off.

Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance.

Once we get started, don't let the music stop.

Don't matter if you're porridge or black and blue. Like mold comes for a

sandwich. The darkness comes for you. You can smoke and puff the day away. Go

for early morning runs.

But you will meet your maker. Each and every one.

So dance, dance, dance, dance, dance.

Life is one big party. Dance until your feet fall off.

Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance.

Before tuberculosis or a whopping cough.

Stare into the expanse, expanse, expanse, expanse, of endless darkness.

It's our last chance, chance, chance.

So dance, dance, dance, dance, dance. Once we get started, don't let the music

stop.

Terrible circumstance Lung disease Stormy seas Buried alive Choked on a

chive Tuberculosis Broken promises Dance, dance, dance, dance,

dance Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance

You wanna see my puppets?

Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance.

You look so peaceful.

I'm gonna have to hire a new intern.