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Post by jerri on Mar 26, 2009 9:08:52 GMT -5
Jerri: Don’t move.
[He couldn’t even if he wanted to… what’s he gonna do, chew through the chains?]
Jerri: Give me a hand Cindy.
[Jerri’s S&M friend almost takes it too literal and goes after her wrist with a razor blade until Jerri stops her.]
Jerri: I’ll be back in a second, see if he has anything to get off his chest.
[Jerri exits, leaving Cindy scratching her scalp and cocking her head to the side at the man chained to Jerri’s My Little Pony bedsheet.]
Blake: Listen, from the bottom of my heart, I’ll give you anything, I’ll DO anything, just untie me before she gets back.
[Cindy lifts her foot up and picks at a chunk of dried up bubblegum stuck to the bottom of her shoe with her nail.]
Cindy: Why?
Blake: She’s going to kill me!
Cindy: So? That’s cool with me.
[She runs her fingernails through her hair.]
Cindy: I’ve been tearing my hair out lately trying to find a playmate. I wouldn’t let you go for all the tea in china, sweetie.
Blake: I wish I had buried the hatchet with God a long time ago… why did I have to sell all those drugs and kill all those cops?
[Cindy covers her mouth with her hand and giggles.]
Cindy: Wow, you sound cool. Pity we’re gonna butcher you.
[She looks back over her shoulder.]
Cindy: Jerri, where the hell are you? I’m getting tired!
Jerri: Here!
[She returns with her arms full, carrying a portion of her vinyl collection. She plops them on the carpet and starts riffling through the dusty cardboard covers.]
Cindy: Oh cool, torture music!
[“Prowler In The Yard” by Pig Destroyer, “Chainsaw In The Cunt” by Funeral Rape (with the bonus track “Kobe Tai”), “Nordik Battle Signs” by Mz. 412, “Brain Cleaner” by Mortification, “Come Death” by Blood Red Throne, “Christmas Crush 2007”… Jerri stops at the anti-christmas compilation and sets it up on her record player. Crackling like eggs frying in a pan can be heard as she puts the needle to the groove, then the opening sound bite before the actual music begins.]
Voice 1: Show him.
Voice 2: You show him! Why do I have to be exposed to this degradation over and over again? I’ve looked at the mess twice!
[Then horrible, guttural guitar starts playing with vocals more akin to belching than singing. Jerri and Cindy smile at Blake and flick their hair back mockingly.]
Cindy: Where did you find this guy, the gutter? He smells funny.
[Jerri rubs her hands on her hips, moves them down and starts hiking up her skirt… only to pull out a hunting knife strapped to her thigh with a leather belt.]
Cindy: Let’s cut his toenails off! Let’s do some of that Chinese bamboo torture! Let’s rip his teeth out with our bare hands!
[Camera cuts out; we can’t show what happened next.]
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