| Stans | Your ass is awesome. |
| Royce |
|
It wants us to run. That's how it hunts. This is it's jungle, it's game, it's rules. We run, we die. |
| Isabelle |
|
We don't have a name for them. 87 Guatemala. A Spec Ops team went into the jungle. High end. 6 man platoon plus a CIA liaison. Only one made it out. In his debrief, he said they came in contact with something. He gave a detailed description. The thing on the totem. It wore some kind of camouflage that adjusted to ambient light. Made it nearly invisible in our spectrum. It could see in infrared, heat-signatures. He used mud to block his. That's how he beat it. It hunted and killed his team. One by one. |
| Royce |
|
Whatever it is, wherever they're from, we're gonna kill 'em all. |
| Stans | You know man, if we make it back home, I'm going to do so much fucking cocaine. I'm gonna rape so many fine bitches. Yeah, it's after 5:00? Time to rape me some fine bitches. You know what I'm saying? | |
| Edwin |
|
Oh yeah, totally. It's like 5 o'clock. Bitch rape-ing time. |
| Isabelle |
|
Wait, who are you? |
| Ronald Noland |
|
(Run away, live to fight another day) I'm the one that got away, the one you don't fuck with. |
| Royce |
|
How do we kill them? |
| Ronald Noland |
|
However you can. |
| Stans | This is uhh, Candy Lee. Tits like howitzers. | |
| Edwin |
|
Oh is that your girlfriend. |
| Stans | No, it's my sister. |
| Ronald Noland |
|
You see the shit you got us into now man? Six more mouths to feed, I can barely stand livin' with you! |
| Stans | We killed it! We fuckin' killed it! We fuckin' killed it! Yeah! Who's your daddy now motherfucker! Who's your daddy now motherfucker! Suck my dick, bitch! |
| Stans | Die you space faggot! |
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