Original subtitles

SUCK ON THAT, YOU LITTLE BITCH.

GOOD SHOT!

GOD, I'M GOOD.

YOU'RE ON FIRE, ZEEMAN!

THIS IS WHAT THEY CALL THE PROVERBIAL ZONE, JOHNNY,

A PLACE YOU'LL NEVER SEE.

MAN, LOOK AT THE TIME.

UH, WHY DON'T WE CALL IT A NIGHT?

WE NEED TO FINISH THE GAME.

WHY DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO WIN, JOHNNY?

IT'S A STUPID GAME. LET IT GO!

NO, WAIT! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO--

DON'T YOU DARE PUT A SPIN ON THIS.

GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE.

NOT A PROBLEM, YOU PSYCHOPATH!

YOU'LL NEVER SEE ME AGAIN!

CALL YOU TOMORROW.

OK.

CALL YOU TOMORROW.

OK.

AND ANOTHER THING--

[DOOR SHUTS]

[SQUEAKS RASPILY]

[SLURPING]

[SNIP SNIP SNIP]

HI, JOHNNY!

HEY, PAULA.

SO HOW'S SCHOOL GOING?

PRETTY GOOD.

SOCIAL LIFE?

WHO, CLAY?

NO!

THAT GIRL YOU'VE BEEN AFTER.

WHAT GIRL?

THE ONE WE TALK ABOUT ALL THE TIME.

WHAT GIRL?

THE ONE WE TALK ABOUT ALL THE TIME.

YOU KNOW, THE ONE YOU'VE KNOWN YOUR WHOLE LIFE?

THE BRUNETTE? SHE'S SMART, FUNNY...

SHE'S THE ONLY ONE WHO KNOWS THE REAL YOU?

DOES THIS RING A BELL, JOHNNY?

I CAN NEVER FIND THE RIGHT TIME.

WE'VE BEEN FRIENDS FOREVER.

JUST TELL ME HER NAME, FOR GOODNESS SAKES.

THIS IS GETTING OLD.

ALL RIGHT, PAULA. YOU'RE RIGHT.

IT'S TIME I TOLD YOU.

IT'S BEEN LONG ENOUGH.

THE PERSON I'VE BEEN IN LOVE WITH

FOR AS LONG AS I CAN REMEMBER IS--

HEY, PAULA.

OH, CHIP, YOU'RE EARLY.

JOHNNY, CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS LATER?

WAIT, I THOUGHT YOU BROKE UP WITH HIM.

WE DID. THIS IS JUST A GRUDGE FUCK.

[MOANING]

[GROANING] OH, SMACK IT!

Chip: YEAH!

[SNIFF]

[YELPS]

OH, NO, YOU DON'T.

THE VICODIN'S FOR MY BACK PAIN.

UNDERSTOOD?

[BEEP]

[PANTING] UHH!

I SAID NO.

NOW LET'S GO TO BED.

[FARTS]

EWW!

[SNORING]

Old woman, sinisterly: I SEE DEAD PEOPLE.

GRANDMA?

IS THAT YOU?

[EVIL LAUGHTER]

THIS IS MY ROOM!

LEAVE ME ALONE!

[CHUCKLES]

[TRILLS LIKE ENGINE] AAH!

[BUZZING]

[SQUEAKING AND MUTTERING]

[SNARLS]

[ASIAN ACCENT] YOU'LL NEVER TAKE US ALIVE, ANGUS! NEVER!

[GROWLS]

HUNH! HAH!

[GROANING]

[SNARLING]

OOH! AH!

AAH!

[GROWLING AND MUTTERING]

[RADIO PLAYING MUSIC]

[MUSIC STOPS]

[GROWLING]

[ROARS]

AAH!

[SNARLS]

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

WHAT?

UH, SLOW DOWN, JOHNNY.

NOW, WHY IS YOUR GRANDMA TRYING TO KILL YOU?

SHE WANTS MY ROOM! YOU KNOW THAT!

AND SHE PLANTED A GILA MONSTER

IN HERE LAST NIGHT TO GET RID OF ME!

WHERE IN THE HELL DID THAT CRAZY OLD BITCH

GET A GILA MONSTER?

I DON'T KNOW.

Grandma: I'LL GIVE YOU A HUMMER

FOR THAT LIZARD OVER THERE.

WHOA.

[SUCKING]

THE INTERNET?

NICE.

SO, WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT ME TO DO?

CAN'T YOU TALK TO HER?

YOU'RE GOOD WITH WOMEN.

OH, GOD! THE LITTLE SON OF A BITCH

IS PISSIN' ON MY PERSIAN.

JOHNNY, I DON'T HAVE TIME RIGHT NOW.

JUST COME OVER.

WHAT PART OF "I'M GOING TO DIE" DON'T YOU GET?!

[SQUEALS]

AAH!

GET YOUR SMELLY ASS DOWN FROM THERE

AND CLEAN THIS MESS UP.

HEY!

HEH HEH HEH!

HEY, LOOK!

GODZILLA!

Grandma: GET READY FOR ROUND 2!

LEAVE ME ALONE.

I'M ALREADY LATE FOR SCHOOL.

Grandma: WATCH THAT FIRST STEP, COOKIE.

IT'S A DOOZY.

[CRACK]

[GASPS]

OHH! AAH, AAH!

[CRACK]

OHH!

MY SPLEEN!

IF I WERE TEACHING AT A NORMAL COLLEGE,

I WOULD HAVE YOU READ CHAPTERS 4 THROUGH 7,

BUT SINCE YOU GUYS ARE SO STUPID,

YOU CAN JUST LOOK AT THE PRETTY PICTURES.

WHAT?

IS THERE GONNA BE A TEST?

WOULD YOU PLEASE LEAVE?

HEY, DUDE.

WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR FACE, OMAR?

OH, I JUST...

FELL DOWN THE STAIRS OR SOMETHING.

ANYWAY, DO YOU WANNA GO GET A BITE IN THE CAFETERIA?

SORRY, MAN. I'M GOING OVER TO CLAY'S.

WHAT THE HELL HAS THAT CRAZY GUY BEEN UP TO?

IS HE EVEN IN SCHOOL ANYMORE?

NO, DIDN'T YOU HEAR?

HE SLIPPED ON A CHALUPA

AND SUED TACO HELL FOR MESSING UP HIS BACK.

REALLY? HOW BAD DID HE GET HURT?

HE'S IN CONSTANT PAIN.

[ROCK METAL PLAYING]

MAN, THAT SUCKS.

SO HOW MUCH DID HE GET?

I'M NOT SURE, BUT CLAY LIKES TO USE THE TERM "ASS-LOAD."

OH, MY GOD! WHAT HAPPENED?

ANGUS BROKE THROUGH THE NEW SECURITY SYSTEM LAST NIGHT.

NO WAY!

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

AH, IT'S AN INSURANCE THING.

YOU WOULDN'T UNDERSTAND.

LISTEN, I'M GONNA NEED YOU TO WATCH ANGUS

WHILE HE KICKS THESE PILLS.

FORGET IT! NO WAY!

I AM NOT DETOXING THAT FERRET FOR YOU!

COME ON.

NO REHAB WILL TAKE HIM ANYMORE,

AND YOUR PLACE IS PERFECT...

[FARTS]

NO PILLS.

WHY CAN'T YOU JUST GET RID OF YOUR PILLS?

HOW DARE YOU?

YOU KNOW I NEED THOSE FOR MY BACK.

I'M SORRY. YOU'RE RIGHT, YOU'RE RIGHT,

BUT, CLAY, EVEN IF I WANTED TO,

I DON'T KNOW THE FIRST THING ABOUT DRUGS.

I NEVER EVEN SNORTED MARIJUANA.

I'LL TALK TO YOUR GRANDMA FOR YOU.

PROMISE?

NO PROB.

SO IF I GET ANGUS CLEAN,

YOU'LL GET GRANDMA OFF MY BACK?

YEP.

DEAL?

DEAL.

[SIZZLES]

HOT!

[SIZZLES]

HOT!

ALL RIGHT, BETTY FORD.

LET'S DO THIS.

[SCREECHING]

ARE YOU SURE HE'S OK, RIDING LIKE THAT?

TRUST ME, HE'S FEELING NO PAIN.

[BRAKES SQUEAL]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[LAUGHING]

[BRAKES SQUEAL, [GLASS SHATTERING]

[BRAKES SQUEAL]

HEY, LOOK, PABLO.

IT'S LITTLE JOHNNY JENKINS.

GODDAMN, HOMES! WHAT'S IT BEEN, LIKE, 3 DAYS

SINCE WE KICKED YOUR ASS, ESE?

I'D SAY WE'RE DEFINITELY OVERDUE.

[ENGINES REVVING]

AAH!

AAH!

HIT THE NITROUS, HIT THE NITR--

YEE-HAH!

WHOO!

[LAUGHING]

AAH!

AAH!

AAH!

AAH!

AAH!

WE WON, CLAY! WE WON!

YOU CAN SLOW DOWN NOW!

WE WERE RACING?

[BRAKES SQUEAL]

Johnny: DUDE, WATCH OUT!

[BRAKES SQUEAL]

Johnny: DUDE, WATCH OUT!

OHH! THANK GOD.

MY GRANDMA WOULD'VE KILLED US.

LOOK AT YOURSELF.

GOD, YOU'RE PATHETIC.

HOW COULD AN OLD LADY HAVE DONE THIS TO YOU?

YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND. SHE LOVES THIS CAR.

SHE LOST HER VIRGINITY IN THAT CAR.

JOHNNY, THIS CAR'S ONLY, LIKE, 30 YEARS OLD.

NOT THAT VIRGINITY,

THE OTHER VIRGINITY--

THE HEINIE VIRGINITY.

HI, JOHNNY.

SAY SOMETHING.

YOU WANT HER TO THINK YOU'RE RETARDED?

[HOARSELY] HI, PAULA.

OH, YEAH, THAT'LL GET HER WET.

LET'S GO.

HEY, DAD.

[GRUNTS]

HEY, MR. JENKINS.

OH, HEY, CLAY.

HOW THE HELL YOU BEEN, BUDDY?

CAN I GET YOU A DRINK?

NO, NOT RIGHT NOW.

I HAVE SOME BUSINESS TO TAKE CARE OF.

OH, NO, I UNDERSTAND.

YEAH, GO TAKE CARE OF YOUR STUFF,

AND AFTERWARDS MAYBE I CAN TALK TO YOU

ABOUT THIS GREAT INVESTMENT OPPORTUNITY

I CAME ACROSS THE OTHER DAY--

2 WORDS: "LIQUOR MART."

YEAH, DEFINITELY.

GREAT, GREAT!

I SMELL BIG MONEY.

WE'LL TALK SOON, PARTNER.

HE'S ALL YOURS.

HAVE FUN.

I'LL HAVE A DRINK WITH YOU, DAD.

OH, YEAH, SURE.

AS SOON AS YOU GET SOME HAIR ON THAT CHEST.

LOOK!

OW!

[LAUGHS]

COME ON!

GODDAMN IT, RUN!

Clay, echoing: HELLO?

WHO'S THERE?

HI, GRANDMA.

I LOVE WHAT YOU'VE DONE WITH THE PLACE.

WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT, FLAT BELLY?

WE NEED TO TALK.

YEAH?

ABOUT WHAT?

JOHNNY.

ABOUT WHAT?

JOHNNY.

FOR CHRIST'S SAKE,

WHAT'S WRONG WITH THAT WHINY LITTLE SQUARE NOW?

HE HAS THIS SMALL PROBLEM

WITH YOU TRYING TO STEAL HIS ROOM, LADY.

YOU STAY OUT OF THIS!

I'M AFRAID IT'S TOO LATE FOR THAT.

OH, YEAH? THE LITTLE TURD'S IN COLLEGE.

HE SHOULD MOVE OUT,

STOP SPONGIN' OFF MY HARD-WORKING SON.

OH, YOU MEAN THAT DRUNK GUY UPSTAIRS?

DON'T YOU TALK THAT WAY ABOUT MY BABY.

NOW, LISTEN, I'M NOT SPENDING MY GOLDEN YEARS

DOWN HERE IN A SPIDER-INFESTED DUNGEON.

WE'LL BUG-BOMB THE PLACE FOR YOU,

BUT THIS IS YOUR HOME.

HUH. FUNNY,

I DON'T RECALL YOU BEING PART OF MY FAMILY.

BELIEVE ME, I WOULD'VE KILLED MYSELF YEARS AGO

IF THAT WERE TRUE.

SO STAY AWAY FROM HIS ROOM, LADY.

OR WHAT?

OR I'M GONNA HAVE TO GET NASTY ON YOUR ASS.

OOH, THOSE BICEPS LOOK LUSCIOUS.

HAVE, UH, YOU BEEN WORKIN' OUT?

NO, I HAVEN'T BEEN WORKING OUT.

WELL, I THINK YOU'RE A LITTLE LI-AR.

SO, YOU THINK YOU CAN TAKE YOUR OLD MAN?

WHERE DID THAT COME FROM?

IT DOESN'T MATTER.

DO YOU? DO YOU THINK YOU CAN TAKE ME?

NO.

UH, WHAT IF I WERE TO TIE ONE ARM BEHIND MY BACK?

WOULD YOU BE ABLE TO TAKE ME THEN?

HOW MUCH HAVE YOU HAD TO DRINK?

[BURPS] BOTH ARMS?

WHY?!

WUSSY.

LOOK, GRANDMA, LET'S GET ONE THING STRAIGHT:

YOU AND I--THAT'S NEVER GONNA HAPPEN, CAPISCE?

[CHUCKLES SLYLY] OH, COME ON.

AREN'T YOU JUST A TAD BIT CURIOUS?

HMM?

JESUS CHRIST, LADY!

BUT YOU DO THINK YOU'RE SMARTER THAN ME.

WHERE DID YOU GET THAT CRAZY IDEA?

YOU'RE A BIG-TIME COLLEGE BOY NOW, AREN'T YOU?

FLASHIN' ALL YOUR LEARNIN' AROUND.

BUT, DAD, YOU WENT TO COLLEGE.

AH, HALF A SEMESTER!

THEN I KNOCKED UP YOUR SKANK MOM,

AND AFTER SHE SHOT YOU OUT,

SHE SPLIT TOWN

AND LEFT ME YOUR WUSSY ASS TO RAISE.

GODDAMN IT!

[INHALES WHEEZILY]

WHEN ARE YOU GONNA START HAVIN' SEX, BOY?

UH-OH.

I'M JUST WARNING YOU NOW

I'VE DEALT WITH A HELL OF A LOT WORSE

THAN THE LIKES OF YOU,

SO I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW YOU DON'T SCARE ME.

[2001: A SPACE ODYSSEY THEME PLAYING]

[CREAKS]

WHAT'S IT GONNA TAKE

FOR ME TO GET YOU OFF YOUR GRANDSON'S ASS?

UM...

[WHAT'S UP, PUSSYCAT PLAYING]

TOM JONES, HERE I COME!

[CHEERING]

Tom Jones: ♪ LA LA LA LA ♪

♪ LA LA LA LA ♪

♪ LA LA LA LA ♪

♪ LA LA LA... ♪

[WHIMPERS]

THERE, THERE, ANGUS.

WE'LL DO THIS TOGETHER.

WE CAN KICK THIS THING

AND LIVE CLEAN, HEALTHY, PRODUCTIVE LIVES.

[MOANS]

"AFTER YOU'VE PUT THE PATIENT ON ICE,

"WE RECOMMEND YOU PLAY SOME EASY LISTENING

TO SOOTHE THEIR NERVES."

"WARNING:

"DEPENDING ON YOUR SELECTION,

THE PATIENT MAY BECOME VIOLENT."

[RADIO PLAYING PIANO MUSIC]

ARE YOU OK?

WHAT'S GOING ON UP THERE?

LONG STORY SHORT,

I'M TRYING TO GET A FERRET OFF VICODIN,

AND IT'S NOT GOING GOOD,

AND IT'S A--IT'S A--

I KNOW WHAT TO DO.

HOW DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THIS STUFF?

HOW DOES ANYONE EVER LEARN ANYTHING?

DR. PHIL.

♪ ...LA LA LA ♪

[APPLAUSE AND CHEERING]

THANK GOD THIS SHIT'S OVER.

ALL RIGHT, GRAMS, WAIT HERE.

I'M GONNA GO BACKSTAGE AND FIND OUT HOW MUCH

MR. JONES WILL WHORE HIMSELF OUT FOR.

HOLD IT.

I CHANGED MY MIND.

I DON'T WANT HIM ANYMORE.

WELL, WHO? NOT ME.

UH-UH.

HIM!

EMINEM?!

YEAH. [CHUCKLES]

HE'S CUTE.

DO YOU KNOW WHO THAT IS?

OHH!

NO, BUT HE REMINDS ME OF A YOUNG ANDY WILLIAMS.

MMM!

WELL, FORGET IT.

EVEN IF HE WOULD SLEEP WITH YOU,

I DON'T HAVE ENOUGH MONEY TO PAY HIM.

WELL, YOU COULD AT LEAST TRY.

YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND...

[2001: A SPACE ODYSSEY THEME PLAYS]

OK, I'M GOING, I'M GOING.

JUST KEEP THOSE THINGS SHUT.

AHEM. EXCUSE ME.

MR. EM?

CHILL, DOGS.

YO.

SORRY TO BUG YOU, BRO.

I JUST HAVE TO ASK YOU A STUPID QUESTION.

NO PROB.

OH, NO, NOT THAT.

IT'S SOMETHING ELSE.

'SUP?

WELL, IT'S JUST--

OK, I'M JUST GONNA SAY IT.

WHAT WOULD YOU THINK ABOUT GETTING TOGETHER

WITH THAT MISERABLE OLD HAG OVER THERE?

GODDAMN! WHAT IS SHE, LIKE, 100?

AT LEAST.

YOU'RE NOT FUCKIN' JAMIE KENNEDY, ARE YOU?

AM I GETTIN' Xed?

PLEASE, I'M WAY BETTER-LOOKING THAN THAT GU.

THIS IS SERIOUS.

THEN SERIOUSLY GET YOUR CRACK ASS OUT OF HERE.

WHOA, WHOA, WHOA. JUST HEAR ME OUT.

I KNOW EMINEM WOULDN'T DO IT,

BUT SLIM SHADY WOULD.

HMM. YEAH, YOU'RE RIGHT.

SLIM'S MAD-CRAZY, YO,

BUT HE AIN'T THAT CRAZY.

WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF,

YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO SATISFY HER, RICE DICK?

FUCK YOU! I'M PACKIN'!

SHE'S MOBY'S MOM!

MOBY MOBY?

FOR SHIZZLE, MY NIZZLE.

♪ AND, MOBY, YOU CAN GET STOMPED BY OBIE ♪

EXACTLY.

AND NOW YOU'LL BE ABLE TO SAY YOU FUCKED HIS MOM.

ALL RIGHT, BRING HER OVER HERE.

I'M GAME.

YOU'RE ONE CRAZY NIGGA!

GODDAMN WEASEL'S GOT MY CUBANS!

IF HE GETS A HOLD OF HIM, HE'LL KILL HIM!

COME ON!

[GLASS SHATTERS]

MY SCOTCH!

I'M GONNA KILL YOU, YOU FUCKIN' SQUIRREL!

STOP IT, DAD!

YOU'RE HURTING HIM!

HE'S CLAY'S PET.

HE'S CLAY'S?

CAN I GET YOU A DRINK?

NO!

[TECHNO MUSIC PLAYING]

CLAY, BABY,

YOU WILL BE MINE.

OH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH.

YOU WILL, YOU WILL, YOU WILL...

YOU'RE GETTING VERY, VERY SLEEPY.

WHAT WERE THOSE?

A COUPLE OF VALIUM.

BUT DOESN'T THAT DEFEAT THE PURPOSE?

SOMETIMES YOU NEED TO USE DRUGS TO GET OFF DRUGS.

THAT DOESN'T SOUND RIGHT.

METHADONE CLINIC!

HE'S OUT.

OK, TELL HIM WHAT YOU WANT.

[GHOSTLY VOICE] ANGUS...

NO STUPID VOICE.

ANGUS, FROM NOW ON,

YOU WILL LIVE A CLEAN, HEALTHY,

PRODUCTIVE LIFE,

LIKE A MORMON,

EXCEPT FOR THE MULTIPLE WIVES.

[GROWLS]

ALL RIGHT, AS MANY WIVES AS YOU WANT.

JUST STAY CLEAN, LITTLE BUDDY!

OH, YEAH, AND NO MORE BITING JOHNNY JENKINS

IN THE GENITALS.

OK. WHEN YOU AWAKE,

YOU WILL HAVE NO RECOLLECTION

OF WHAT JUST HAPPENED.

1...

2...

UGH! OHH!

NO, LOUIS,

I NEED TO BE HOOKED UP NOW.

[LAUGHING] OH! OH, DRE!

DRE--DRE, DRE, STOP IT!

WELL, N-NOT TOTALLY STOP IT, BUT JUST--

[LAUGHS]

GOOD MORNING.

I JUST CAME OVER TO SEE HOW OUR LITTLE PATIENT WAS DOING.

GREAT!

IT'S LIKE HE'S BORN AGAIN.

HE GOT UP EARLY THIS MORNING,

HE PRAYED,

HE JOGGED 5 MILES,

DID SOME CHARITY WORK WITH THE BLIND...

COOKED EVERYONE BREAKFAST...

AND EVEN DID STEP 8

AND MADE AMENDS FOR POOPING IN MY SHOES...

AND NOW HE'S CLEANING THE ENTIRE HOUSE.

[GASPS]

[SHATTERS]

WELL, FOR WHAT IT'S WORTH,

I THINK YOU DID A GREAT JOB WITH ANUS.

UM...

IT'S ANGUS.

OH. HMM!

ANGUS.

I COULDN'T HAVE DONE IT WITHOUT YOU.

I CAN'T BELIEVE IT.

HE'S BEEN CLEAN FOR, LIKE, 12 HOURS STRAIGHT.

I REALLY THINK IT'S GONNA STICK THIS TIME.

Dad: MONGOOSE SEASON IS OFFICIALLY OPEN!

[GUN CLICKS AND FIRES]

[SIREN]

DON'T!

HE'S NOT ALLOWED TO HAVE VICODIN!

[ELECTRICAL BUZZ]

[SIREN]

[TIRES SCREECH]

WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOU TWO?

[RAPID-FIRE] I'M SO SORRY, CLAY. I HAD ANGUS TOTALLY CLEAN,

BUT MY DAD SHOT HIM,

AND THE MEDICS GAVE HIM A VICODIN DRIP.

I TRIED TO STOP THEM, AND IT TOOK US 3 AMBULANCES

TO GET HERE--

JOHNNY, SLOW DOWN.

THEY GAVE YOU A COUPLE PILLS DOWN THERE, DIDN'T THEY?

YES, YES, THEY DID!

[TELEPHONE RINGS]

HOLD, PLEASE. SPEAK.

[TELEPHONE RINGS]

HOLD, PLEASE. SPEAK.

OPERATION GET EVEN IS READY TO COMMENCE, SIR.

WE'RE TRANSFERRING TOTAL CONTROL

TO YOUR LAPTOP AS WE SPEAK.

NICE. WELL, WHY DON'T YOU TAKE THE BOYS

DOWN TO CHUCK E. CHEESE'S

AND HAVE A COUPLE PIES ON ME?

OOH, CHUCK E. CHEESE.

HOW MUCH DO WE GET FOR GAMES?

MAY I JUST TAKE THIS OPPORTUNITY, SIR,

TO TELL YOU WHAT A PLEASURE IT IS

TO WORK WITH YOU AGAIN?

CHECK'S IN THE MAIL.

WHAT WAS THAT?

WAIT A MINUTE.

IS THAT MY GRANDMA'S CAR?

NO.

IT SURE LOOKS LIKE MY GRANDMA'S CAR!

HOW DID IT GO WITH GRANDMA ANYWAY?

OH, IT WENT FINE.

DON'T WORRY, JOHNNY.

SHE WON'T EVER TRY TO STEAL YOUR ROOM AGAIN.

[SCOTTISH ACCENT] MAJOR BONER,

WE HAVE A SERIOUS PROBLEM.

SOMEONE OR SOMETHING HAS PENETRATED THE SYSTEM.

[GRUNTS]

HOLY SHIT!

SON OF A BITCH!

DAMN YOU, CLAY!

OHH, IT'S NOT OVER!

THE ROOM WILL BE MINE!

THE SWEET TASTE OF REVENGE.

I GOT YOU SOMETHING.

EMINEM! AWESOME!

HE'S A REALLY TALENTED GUY,

BUT I WISH HE DIDN'T SING THAT SONG

ABOUT KILLING HIS MOM.

YOU'RE RIGHT, JOHNNY.

HE IS KIND OF A SICKO.

OHH!

LET'S NEVER TALK ABOUT HIM AGAIN.

WHERE THE HECK DID ANGUS GO?

[CHOMP]

AAH!

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