6.7
"Hello, sir, my name is Maria Tiffin."
EHHHHHHH. green… green…
ahahahaappple!!
"Hello, ma'am. Yes, you can head right in."
It's tasty… I can eat it… I CAN EAT IT!!
It's sweeeet.
ehh… hehehehh heehh
juuuicy…
"Hey, Michael, what is that?"
N-n-nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing–
"Call the police!"
FUCK THE POLICE
"We need help!!"
No no no n-n-n-no you don't. I DONT NEED HELP. nobody helps. help… help??
HEEEEEEELLPP!!
"Aaah-ahh-ah. We're going to d-die. M-my kids... How... how a-a-are... how are they g-g-going t-t-to s-s-s-s-urvive."
Mom
"YOUR KIDS ARE ALREADY DEAD!!"
Dead?
DEAD! THEY'RE DEAD!! they're dead…
Just go away… Get them away from me!!!
"YAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH"
"Dude… What's going on up there?"
No. stop. sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry! SORRY. I'M SOORYYYYYY!!!
"...Maybe a street performance or something?"
"That's not a play."
I know. Shut up!
I KNOW.
I KNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!!!!!!!!
"Holy shit... Hey, it's alright. We'll be… we'll be fine down here."
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM