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(suspenseful drum music) (static hissing)

(dramatic music)

(static crackling) (tense ominous music)

(funky music)

(fast tempo drum music)

(slow tempo rock music)

(drumsticks pounding)

- [Man] One, two, three, four.

(whimsical music)

(ominous music)

(tense ominous music)

(fast tempo rock music)

(dramatic music)

(motorcycle engines humming)

(rock music)

(motorcycle engine roaring)

- Hello.

My name is Kazumi, and it's a pleasure to meet you.

So, what's up?

- Nothing.

- Hey, relax.

I'm just sharing my feelings with you.

We saw you looking at the leather jackets

in the store window back there.

You want one?

- I'm not interested.

- Oh, come on.

Relax, sister.

No need to be afraid of me.

I'm a friend and I can help you get a leather jacket.

- I don't know.

- What do you mean I don't know?

You want a leather jacket.

And you know something?

I just might give you one.

Check out my chest.

Cool, huh?

As I was saying, I'll give you my old leather jacket

if you come party with us.

You see we're toking the old Mary Jane.

Join us.

(ominous music)

(rock music)

♪ Mod fuck ♪

♪ Explosion ♪

♪ Mod fuck explosion ♪

♪ Mod ♪

♪ Fuck ♪

♪ Explosion ♪

♪ Mod fuck explosion ♪

(ominous rock music)

(rock music)

- Okay, you guys have a great joke to tell you.

What's the worst thing that happens

when you have sex with a 40-year-old?

- What?

- Hearing it's pelvis crack.

- [Group] Ew.

- That's so sick. - What do you know about sex?

- Well, one time I was going out with a guy

and he was six foot four.

Okay, really big.

And, and we tried to do it, you know,

we had all our clothes off and everything,

and, and he was he was pushing it in and stuff

and, and it just- - Well did-

- I don't know, it just wouldn't fit.

I mean, it just, I tried to make it fit

but just like- - Did you do it?

- Well, it went in like this much, does that count?

- You didn't do it.

- Doesn't count. - She didn't do it.

- Well, I've never really done it with Satellite

but I love his scooter.

You know why? (giggles)

Sometimes when I sit on the back of the seat

just right when he revs the engine,

I can actually cum.

♪ Mod ♪

- At least his scooter works.

You know, Shame is like, you turn it on,

it doesn't necessarily work.

- At least he's never tried

that rubber band and baggy trick with you.

I mean, the least he could do is get a rubber or something.

- Oh. - Ew.

- Fuck.

- Madball takes his time.

That way I have a good time.

Smooth, his molasses is like juice, man.

And I'm his number one love god.

- Whoo. - Oh, my god.

- Regular fuck me up fun.

(rock music)

♪ Hey, London ♪

♪ Things will turn out okay ♪

♪ London ♪

♪ You got your whole life ahead ♪

(ominous music)

- You're so strong and muscular.

- Let go of me.

- Come on, X-Ray, let's play the wrestling game.

(Mom giggling)

- The wrestling game.

Ooh, wrestling game.

Yeah, yeah, the wrestling game.

(ominous music)

(upbeat music) (Mom giggling)

You're home, thank god.

- Mom, why don't you try to control yourself?

- Hi, London, my baby doll.

- I swear, Mom, sometimes you can be such a whore.

- I'll have you know,

the whore is the emblem of womanhood.

- My mom likes art books, chocolate covered ants,

gossip, ugly furniture, and her telephone.

In the morning. she opens her beautiful brown eyes

and is always in a shitty mood.

She takes her Dex, which makes her friendly and outgoing.

By late morning, she's sliding back to shittyness.

So she takes her Librium,

washes it down with some wine or a bloody Mary.

Within the hour, she becomes the apartment slut

slinking around and flirting with me and my brother,

lying in bed and purring like a big horny cat.

Of course, the shitty mood slowly returns.

So at night she takes her Valium.

That completely fucks her up.

(paper rustling)

(spray can rattling)

(ominous music)

(spray paint hissing) (gentle funky music)

(ominous music)

(phone clicks)

(coins clanging)

(funky music)

(gentle whimsical music)

(phone clicks)

Hello?

- Hi, it's me, M16.

Listen, I found a good story in this morning's paper.

Page three, Associated Press, blah, blah, blah.

Okay, two out of five high school students

has tried to commit suicide

and more than half have seriously considered it.

Teen suicides have increased 42% since last year.

I think we're in the midst of a teen suicide explosion.

(dramatic music)

- Well, I gotta go.

Talk to you later.

(phone thuds) (change clanging)

(dramatic music)

(crow cawing)

- Come on, Madball.

We still got some time before the rumble starts.

You should fuck me.

- No, I can't.

Just leave me alone.

- But I really want it.

- You don't understand.

I've got to save my juice for the fight.

Can't waste my juice on you.

My juice gives me power.

It makes me Madball.

- Oh, Madball, you really turn me on

when you're all fucked up like this.

- You are my mod god.

My grade A daddy.

I want to drink of your juice.

The nectar of pain, the syrup of gain.

We are doomed.

We are one, let me cum.

Ah!

(rock music)

- Gee, what a beautiful paint job, London.

♪ You can cheat ♪

- Leave me alone, X-Ray.

♪ You can cheat ♪

♪ Go on ♪

♪ Oh, let it sink in ♪

- So tonight's the big night, London.

♪ Me in ♪

- What do you mean?

♪ Make it shake ♪

♪ Go on ♪

♪ Make it shake ♪

- Tonight's the night of the rumble, stupid.

Tonight's the night that me and my gang, The Mods

are gonna kill those greasy nipanese bikers.

(slow tempo brooding music)

(man singing in foreign language)

(man singing in foreign language)

(man singing in foreign language)

(man singing in foreign language)

I cannot wait to crack open some scum!

- Yeah.

- Goddammit, you know,

you are just as spineless as that jellyfish M16.

(slow tempo suspenseful music)

No sense of purpose, no sense of commitment.

You'd better be out there with us tonight

fighting and pulverizing,

or at least out there on the sidelines cheering us on.

'Cause sometimes I, I swear, I wonder if you're even human.

(X-Ray laughing)

(slow tempo brooding music)

(motorcycle engine revving)

- Everybody gather around.

Today's special is chicken teriyaki upside down.

(dramatic music)

Hmm, hmm.

(motorcycle engine revving)

Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm.

(ominous music)

- My perfect life is being spoiled by this shitty home.

Poison gases and radiation weaken my spirit

when I'm trapped in this box of disease.

(water splashing)

(lid thuds) (ominous music)

Welcome to the shit generation.

I am its mascot.

See this S?

That stands for stupid strangulated straitjacketed

stunted and sexually unsatisfied.

(sighs) I am in love with the throb

of anxiety, death, and destruction

in this teen infested wasteland.

(brooding music) (water splashing)

(whimsical music)

(brooding music) (flies buzzing)

(water splashing)

Who are you?

- I am Cleopatra. (voice echoing)

Daughter Coolalla. (voice echoing)

Descendant of the evil Jezebel. (voice echoing)

Heir to the throne of shit. (voice echoing)

- What are you?

- I'm, I'm sort of alive (voice echoing)

sort of dead. (voice echoing)

Sort of ghoul. (voice echoing)

Sort of a succubus. (voice echoing)

I am truth, T-R-U-T-H. (voice echoing)

- What?

♪ Smelly buttocks ♪

♪ Smelly moldy feces ♪

♪ My ass shits gravy on your white virgin breast ♪

♪ Ta, ta, ta, ta, ta, ta, ta ♪

♪ The stench of fuck goes straight to my heart ♪

♪ Like a diarrhea pudding ♪

♪ A cascade of warm manure down your beautiful throat ♪

♪ My song may offend you ♪

♪ But my soul of dark ♪

♪ Is a pretty, ah, too ♪

♪ Ah ♪

(flies buzzing)

(dramatic music)

♪ Mod ♪

- I love dinner.

It's such a special occasion.

Like a circumcision.

(jazz music)

- [London] Oh, mom.

- London, you are such a darling.

I should have named you piss.

(X-Ray laughing)

- So Mom, what's tonight's poison? (laughing)

- Poison?

X-Ray, you mean ambrosia?

(whimsical music)

- That fish must be over two weeks old.

- You are such a whiner.

- Witch.

- Piglet. - Cow.

- Goat. - Wheezing old junkie.

- So London, how was your day?

- School, the usual.

- High school, such a beautiful place.

All those young boys smacking up

against puberty with both testicles.

(ominous music) (insects chirping)

(seagull honks)

(crow cawing)

- Hey, reject.

- Yeah.

- Hey.

(crow cawing)

Reject from cocksucker school.

- Hi, Madball.

- To you I am Mr. Madball

with the longest, strongest, and thickest prick.

- I remember your first wet dream.

You were 13.

I was so excited.

- Mom, stop it.

- You completely soiled your briefs and your pajamas.

You were virtual geyser.

(ominous music) (insects chirping)

- We are fighting the Jap bikers tonight

and you are invited to join in, dig?

- Yeah.

- Hey, panty dick, you should be dying to fight.

I heard those chinks messed you up today.

Now is your chance to get even.

Dig it?

(crow cawing)

After the rumble,

maybe I'll let you join my gang.

First you've got to get rid of this piece of shit.

(metal crashing) (crows cawing)

(bat thudding)

(car horn honking)

(rock music)

- Come and get it, kiddies, shop's open.

Stupid fucking shits.

- And remember teens, shoplifters shot on sight.

- [Madball] Gimme, gimme, gimme.

- The usual?

- Fucking hate teenagers.

- God Amphetamine, I would like something

to make me feel.

(hand slaps) (Shame gasps)

- I am Shame, you are.

- No, no

- Slut.

- Fuck you.

- Come on, Junior.

Boo!

- Hi. - Oh, don't you

look particularly attractive this evening.

What do you want?

A dildo?

They don't make 'em small enough for your tight ass, honey.

Why don't you try something else?

- Whiskey.

- Oh, just like I always say, if you can't fuck, drink.

(slow tempo jazz music)

(Mom sighs)

(slow tempo acoustic guitar music)

- Ah, hey, boys.

Ever have one of those days when you just feel sexy?

Gosh, I'm also feeling pretty stoned.

Well, in preparation for tonight's fight

against the old cracker faced Mods,

I've written a song

and it's full of fat beats and funky rhymes.

Here we go.

♪ Now I'm the king of this here hood ♪

♪ I chill with my homies and it feels so good ♪

♪ But when those Mods start giving us shit ♪

♪ We pull out our knives and cut off their tits ♪

Yeah, that's a good one, huh?

That's a really good one.

Hey, look who's coming our way.

If it is an old Ms. Ladi Da Da.

Hey, Ms. Thing, remember me?

Remember me from this afternoon?

Yeah, I'm the guy with the motorcycle.

I'm tough, huh?

And I've got a question for you.

Who is the sexiest yellow stud on this block?

- I don't know!

(car engine roaring)

- Well, the answer is fairly obvious.

It's me.

I'm the hot yellow stud.

Hey, come check me out tonight, I'm gonna be fighting.

Come see me in action.

- Let Snow White be stupid if she wants to.

(ominous music)

- Why are you so afraid of me

and my gorgeous well-toned bod?

Huh?

- I don't know!

Just leave me alone!

- Check out my bod.

Check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out!

Check it out.

- It's time for your medicine.

- Okay.

(whip slashing) (Kazumi groaning)

- This is my car that you're trying to break into,

you pathetic little hood.

- Hey, I wasn't doing anything.

- Don't give me that.

I saw you stick your puny tiny runty little knife

in my luscious lock.

(engine humming) (electricity crackling)

- [London] Dear hateful city,

you stand like the ruins of my worst nightmares,

inhabited by gangs of vampires, zombies, and leeches.

I don't want anything from you

except maybe a leather jacket of my very own.

- Have you ever heard of retribution, crime, and punishment?

You fucked my beautiful car,

now I get to punish you.

(ominous rock music)

I get to snip your cock.

Snip.

(tense ominous music)

(foot thuds) (Nail Clipper Yuppie groaning)

- My sister Nasty was a quaalude freak.

She was once hospitalized for taking too many.

I don't know what she's into now

but she spends all of her time drawing cartoons.

She's sort of a celebrity in the city.

Well, if being a celebrity means

that every junkie, outcast, and teen reject

looks to your comic strips

for guidance and a dose of the truth.

(door bangs)

Hey, Nasty.

You should think about locking up your door at night,

especially in this neighborhood.

(fast tempo punk music)

- Yeah.

What's up, London?

- [London] Absolutely nothing.

Hey, Nasty, tell me about the first time

you fucked a boy.

- There wasn't much to it.

We got drunk and then we fucked.

♪ La, la, la, la, la ♪

- Well, was it good?

- Not really.

♪ La, la, la ♪

- What did it feel like?

♪ La, la, la, la, la, la, la ♪

- It was like, like trying to masturbate

with gardening gloves on.

- What?

Did you wanna do it?

I mean, did you want it?

- Pussy, cock, cunt, prick, it's simple.

What does free will have to do with fucking?

♪ La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la ♪

Who you got a crush on this time, London?

- A boy, M16.

- [Nasty] My sister London is sort of confused.

I suppose I was that way when I was her age,

a fucked up adolescent, horny, but neurotic.

Sitting around bored and lonesome most of the time

and unable to do a thing about it.

My life is simpler than hers

because it's a superficial existence.

You see, I like schizophrenic painters, tortured writers

fashion designers, low and vulgar literature, porno movies

video games, punk music, motorcycles, tattoo artwork

homo poetry, disaster and murder magazines, and horoscopes.

I hate high culture.

- Is this yours?

(fast tempo punk music)

Can I have it?

- No.

♪ He doesn't fly, doesn't fly ♪

- Come on.

Please, please, please.

- No.

- God, I hate you, Nasty.

♪ Have some fun, na, na, na ♪

♪ He doesn't forgive you, he doesn't forgive you ♪

I gotta go.

♪ Never forgive you ♪

♪ Ah, ah ♪

(rock music)

♪ Take me walking holding hand in hand ♪

♪ I can do it like you can ♪

♪ Hold me tighter when you hold me down ♪

♪ I see you keep the lights on ♪

♪ Never had such fun back when I was young ♪

♪ Always so in love you can ask anyone ♪

- Hi, Warhead.

It's me, M16.

Yeah, the cripple.

Listen, you gotta help me out.

Things are sort of fucked and they can only get worse.

I need you to get me a piece.

(rock music)

- [London] Fuck this insanely stupid gang crap.

I don't have to join an asshole biker gang

to get my leather jacket.

I can do it on my own.

All I have to do is sell some of my records for cash

and voila, I can buy a new jacket

and reach my heaven my way.

(gentle music)

- Hi, Warhead.

- Have a seat.

I'll show you what I've got.

Got our basic single action revolver.

Can hammer nails with this all day,

drop it in the mud, still spit lead out of the barrel.

Got a double action revolver.

Shoots same as a single action

or you can pull the trigger,

it's your double action.

Got automatics.

German Luger, these are a dime a dozen.

Very economical.

We can get you those anytime.

Expendable piece of varmint.

Got a more expensive German HK P708.

Holds seven rounds in the magazine, one in the chamber.

Squeeze action safety.

Carry that in your belt pocket,

don't have to worry about blowing your nuts off.

Got the Beretta 92FS,

designed for a smaller handed person such as yourself.

(clip clicking)

Drop the clip one hand and insert with the other.

Drop, insert.

Have a belt full of clips,

just like hotrods from hell,

one fucking joy ride after the other.

What's your pleasure?

- I don't know.

- Well, how much money have you got?

(knuckles cracking)

- Uh.

Uh, $16.

- [Warhead] Get him outta here.

- This album by Fucker is rare.

Worth at least $50.

The "Skunk" album by Asshole

another rarity worth $75.

The Shit-matrix bootleg,

this is worth a lot too.

And finally, my prized possession,

first pressing, only 300 made,

my Dildo album, worth a hundred dollars.

(phone clicks)

(whimsical music)

Hello?

- Hi, London.

- What's up, M16?

- Nothing.

What you doing?

- Nothing.

- Listen to this good story I found

in today's evening edition.

Kids survive three days after their parents die,

blah, blah, blah.

Here's the good part.

The three-year-old girl and her six-month-old brother

survived on cookies and luncheon meat for three days

in their living room after their parents shot each other

in an apparent murder suicide in the bedroom.

- Wow, that's a good one.

- Hey, you wanna meet somewhere?

(upbeat music)

- Sure.

- How about the supermarket?

- Okay, when?

- I don't know.

- How about 10?

- Okay, I'll see you later.

- Okay, bye, M16.

(phone clicks)

(phone clicks)

(gentle whimsical music)

- Gee, that was a beautiful telephone conversation.

So personal.

- Fuck off, X-Ray Specks.

- They say that a Ouija board can predict things.

- No kidding.

- Let's try it.

(ominous music)

(fast tempo rock music)

♪ La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la ♪

♪ La, la, la, la, la, la ♪

(gentle funky music)

Who's gonna win the fight tonight

between us and the bikers?

(X-Ray Specks sighs)

- D-

E-

A-

(suspenseful music)

T-

H.

- Death.

- [Biker Girl] Speed, more speed.

Come on.

Come on, faster.

Faster.

That's it, come on.

Faster.

Speed, faster, faster.

Faster.

- Death.

Death.

Death.

♪ La, la, la, la, la ♪

♪ La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la ♪

♪ La, la, la, la, la ♪

Death!

♪ La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la ♪

♪ La, la, la, la ♪

(horn honking) (tires screeching)

(motorcycle crashing)

(glass shattering) (horn honking)

(siren wailing)

(funky music)

- This thing doesn't work.

(ominous music)

(M16 moaning)

(rock music)

♪ I'm so sick of your fucking face ♪

♪ I wanna cut of your fucking face ♪

Hi, I need cash.

♪ Face, I wanna cut ♪

- Excuse me.

Hey, excuse me.

Excuse me, bitch.

Hey, bitch.

♪ Your fucking face ♪

- Fuck you!

♪ I'm so sick ♪

- We've got bombs here.

We've got bombs and you know what we've come for?

Came for your dicks.

Here they are, man.

There they are, we got Vanilla Ice.

New Kids on the Block.

Here it is Grace Jones's dick.

Oh man.

Asshole.

Dildo, Dildo, I fucked this guy

at my first punk show, man.

- Hey, those are mine.

- No, no, they're mine.

The Shit-matrix.

Welcome to Fucker.

- Forget all this, man.

We got the cock, let's go.

♪ Motherfucker, motherfucker, motherfucker ♪

(metal rattling)

- [London] These are the things I worry about,

exams, fucking things up,

terminal cancer,

getting kicked out of school,

not knowing how to fuck,

not having ever fucked,

getting old,

going nowhere,

being no one,

getting fat,

getting lost in this city,

not knowing if I'm going crazy,

my hair,

my family going crazy,

getting arrested,

jail, being too normal,

having to get a real job.

(ominous music)

- Oh, oh.

Who are you?

- I'm Cleopatra. (voice echoing)

God, your cute, baby. (voice echoing)

- What do you want?

- You don't need to masturbate, (voice echoing)

I'm here to satisfy you. (voice echoing)

My mission is to eradicate excessive masturbation

by giving all teen boys a chance to try the real thing.

- What?

- I'm a fucking missionary,

don't you get it? (voice echoing)

I must colonize your prick

with my beautiful pussy. (voice echoing)

- Hey, you fucking poser.

I oughta shit a on your ugly fucking face.

- Fuck you.

- You know what I heard, brat?

The toilet was leaking and it told me

that you're thinking of betraying us

and joining that candy-ass rice picking biker gang.

- Fuck off.

- I hate girls like you.

You are stupid and you're nothing. (laughing)

(spray hissing) (London screams)

(crows cawing) (Cake laughing)

- That looked like fun.

- Petting can be fun.

- No shit, my Cake.

- That's my name, don't wear it out.

- God, Madball, people are the same shade as shit.

- Ladies and gentlemen,

can we have a moment of silence, please?

(traffic humming)

♪ I hear the city ♪

♪ My heart goes bumpity, bumpity, bumpity bump ♪

♪ My heart goes bumpity, bumpity, bumpity bump ♪

♪ I hear the city ♪

(ominous music)

(ominous music)

(voice chattering)

(voice echoing)

(electricity humming)

(voice chattering)

(whimsical harp music)

(birds chirping)

(ominous music)

(fast tempo punk music)

♪ Well, let's get moving now ♪

♪ I am yours ♪

♪ Like tonight inside your rattle pose ♪

♪ Oh, boy, yeah, it comes all day and night ♪

♪ Get inside me, babe, and take a bite ♪

♪ So flavorless ♪

(upbeat music)

- Hi.

(hands clapping)

- Ah, wasn't she great?

We hope everybody's enjoying themselves tonight.

I'm your hostess,

and we're showcasing local trailer park talent.

(group chattering)

- I saw the way you was looking at me, kid.

- What?

- Saw the way you was looking and winking too.

- Uh, you must have me mistaken.

- You wanna fuck my ass, don't you?

- No. I think you're mistaken.

- You wanna fuck my ass or not?

- No, I don't!

I, I don't know who you are.

- How come your eyes are saying yes?

- What?

I. (sighs)

- You got any tattoos, boy?

- Tattoos?

- You have any tattoos on your ass?

- Fuck.

- [London] M16 had cased out this place for weeks.

He wanted to break in here

because the mister owns a cigar factory.

(ominous music)

- Check out all this shit.

- How fucking posh.

(insects chirping)

(wheels squeaking)

I am a fuck up.

(TV thudding) (glass shattering)

I am fucked up.

I am the two words, fuck and up.

My initials are F and U.

I raise the bottle and drink to being a fucked up teenager.

I light a cigarette to affirm my psychosis.

(ominous music)

(doors bang)

(fast tempo upbeat music)

♪ Hey, London ♪

♪ Messed up teenage girl ♪

♪ You're fucked up ♪

♪ Ah, you're fucked up ♪

♪ L-O-N-D-O-N ♪

♪ Spells London ♪

- I don't know why you wanna let that slut London

join our gang anyway.

(knives thudding)

- Hey, Deathray, stop throwing those knives around.

This isn't a three ring circus you know.

I didn't really ask her to join our gang,

I was just trying to be cute.

- Cute?

Cute?

I'm your fucking girlfriend, I'm supposed to be cute.

(ominous music)

- Have you ever, you know fucked?

- Yeah.

- Who with?

- I can't tell you.

- (scoffs) Come on, it's part of the game.

- No.

- Okay, was it with a boy or a girl?

- A boy.

- Well, what was it like?

- You know, it was sort of okay.

- Did it feel good?

- Yeah, sure.

- Was it better than masturbating?

- In certain ways.

- Did he eat you out?

- Fuck, this is dumb.

I don't wanna play this game anymore.

- Come on.

The game isn't over till you answer my questions.

- Fuck, okay.

- Okay.

So my question is, did he eat you out?

- Who?

- The guy you had sex with,

did he eat you out?

- Yeah, he did.

- What positions were you in?

Were you ever on top?

Come on, aren't you gonna answer my questions?

You fucking liar.

You've never fucked before.

That's why you can't answer my questions.

All you know about fucking is what you've read in books.

(ominous music)

(M16 puking)

(M16 spitting)

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

(M16 groans)

- All right, here's a good one.

Why did Hitler kill himself?

(crows cawing)

To get to the other side.

- That's not funny.

(crows cawing)

- That's not funny.

- I said it wasn't funny.

- Hey, um, I have a joke as well.

Okay, who's gonna win tonight's fight

between us and the bikers?

Okay, um, who's gonna win?

I'll tell you who's going to win.

Death.

(X-Ray Specks laughing)

You don't get the irony, the humor.

(thunder rumbling)

(rats squeaking) (engine revving)

(rock music)

♪ Okay, Dad, go ♪

(slow tempo rock music)

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

- Hey, complete yellow diarrhea.

Oh, excuse me, hunan chicken.

♪ Ooh ♪

You ride motorcycle?

Vroom, vroom.

Me act real cool for a creepy chink.

- Chink?

Who are you calling chink?

I'm no slanteze chinkese Chinaman yellow boy.

I'm a Jap, you see.

We're all Japs.

Including my retarded fuck face friend over here.

- [London] It's confusing.

What am I?

♪ Ooh ♪

Dirty and young?

Naive and dirty?

Young and stupid?

Oversexed and under fucked?

- Saffron niggers, first you die.

- [London] No white and dumb.

(ominous music)

- Do you know what hung lo fuck chop

are you talking to, Mr. John?

(stick thuds)

- [London] A is for acne.

B is for body odor.

C, comics and cigarettes.

D, death.

(fast tempo ominous music)

F, fuck, fucking, fucked up, and fucked over.

Gee, God, that motherfucker.

(tense ominous music)

(Kazumi groans) (man groans)

(Cake laughing)

(Kazumi groaning)

J, jealousy.

(tense suspenseful music)

K, kiss, knocked up.

L, lust.

I fucked things up again.

N, naive.

(tense suspenseful music)

P, pussy versus prick.

Pussy always wins.

(tense ominous music)

(gun bangs)

(metal rattling)

S, smack.

V, vibrator.

W, worms.

(tense ominous music)

X, expressway to hell.

Explosion.

Y, yes.

When yes means no.

Z, sleep to be dead.

(X-Ray Specks giggles)

- Ow.

Ow.

Fuck you, you know?

Fuck you!

Ow, oh, my god.

(slow tempo acoustic guitar music)

Shit, shit, shit.

♪ I saw you staring through the glass at me ♪

♪ I saw you staring at me last night ♪

♪ You're such a, such a ♪

♪ Boy ♪

♪ You're nothing but an ugly cocksucker ♪

♪ Yeah, you're nothing but a greasy motherfucker ♪

♪ And now I saw you looking ♪

♪ I saw you look ♪

(ominous music)

(Madball panting)

(Madball grunting)

(slow tempo brooding jazz music)

(flesh squishing)

(flesh squishing)

(pills rattling)

(Mom sighs)

- London.

- Here's a good one on page one.

Dad held in killing, blah, blah, blah.

A father who had only arrived here

from the Midwest became angry

when his six day old son urinated on him.

The man threw the infant to the floor

and according to police, chopped up the infant

with an ax and threw him to the pet, German Shepherd.

When police arrived, there was nothing left

of the infant except for blood on the kitchen floor.

(slow tempo ominous music)

(rock music)

♪ Don't want you to think ♪

♪ I'm out having fun ♪

♪ Doing the things that I love ♪

♪ Hands on my lap ♪

♪ Watery eyes ♪

♪ I only cough when I laugh ♪

♪ I'm still crying for you ♪

(fast tempo rock music)

(slow tempo rock music)

♪ I can't even think ♪

♪ Or speak of your thought ♪

♪ My mind's on the blink and my inside are not ♪

♪ Stumble in love ♪

♪ Fall into a well ♪

♪ The water's not deep ♪

♪ But I couldn't tell ♪

♪ I'm still crying of you ♪

♪ I'm still crying for you ♪