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Get pleasure from. MACKEREL: The is that we shuttle to Pakistan jointly. in your charge cards, after all. there is a adorable traitor man over there i must see. lengthy tale. that is half one, and-this'll entice you-part , i will be able to get to Bin weighted down. fee this out. So I overdose on heroin, correct? i am chuffed. Bin encumbered rims my corpse. he is chuffed. You movie it. positioned the digicam on a tripod, stroll into the body and homicide him along with your naked fucking fingers. Then flip off the digicam and consume me. Everyone's chuffed, and homosexual men rule the realm. it is a no-brainer. JOSH'S BOYFRIEND: Are you psychic? I make snuff motion pictures for a residing. Duh, correct? that is how I paid for this homosexual upper-middle-class way of life you spot ahead of you. Wait, Josh advised you I made snuff. after all. you are not a psychic in any respect. i am harassed. MACKEREL: Hunh. If i might been homosexual a bit longer, i might say the true homosexual difficulty is that no volume of figuring out day-by-day in a gymnasium could make a man your age fascinating to an individual my age. The brain is going. it really is only a unhappy truth. i am so now not within the temper anymore. yet yeah, i am psychic. JOSH'S BOYFRIEND: Then Pakistan it truly is. On one situation. MACKEREL: it might higher contain dope. JOSH'S BOYFRIEND: i'm going to pack my issues, and-oh, it is-you strip and strike a pleasant doggie pose on my mattress. I probably homosexual, yet i am not silly. good, now not that silly. MACKEREL: Blahdiblahdiblah. I suggest deal. AN HOUR LATER, a really sore-assed Mackerel cracks the psychic's door and clears his throat. Josh's buff, aged boyfriend is correct in the back of him wearing their suitcases. MACKEREL: Are you good? i assume that is a relative time period on your case. PSYCHIC: (anxiously) who is there? MACKEREL: God and a homosexual man. Why, who is there? PSYCHIC: Me, Allah's prying eyes, and a few half-eaten teenager whore. Wait, did you assert God? MACKEREL: And a homosexual man, yeah. Coming in. They input the storefront. The psychic is sitting at the ground in entrance of Josh's useless physique. he is preserving a wide, bloody knife, and Josh's once-so-perfect ass isn't any extra, thank you no because of the psychic-turned-cannibal's terrorist assaults. Josh's boyfriend leans over, taking a look round within the mini-ground 0. JOSH'S BOYFRIEND: Josh? Is that your fact? MACKEREL: (to the psychic) that is a cue to do your factor. The psychic shuts his eyes and looks to enter a magical trance. PSYCHIC: (in a 16 year-old's voice) What do you need, babe? i am form of busy. Being eaten is like getting fist-fucked through the Colossus of Rhodes, merely greater. JOSH'S BOYFRIEND: I informed you. He units the suitcases down and reaches into the gore, then rips a bit unfastened. He experiences it rigorously. PSYCHIC: (in a 16 year-old’s voice) What do you need to understand? i do know every thing there's to understand now. JOSH'S BOYFRIEND: How do you style? PSYCHIC: (in a 16 year-old's voice) Like blood. that is too effortless. you must know the way the realm ends? you do not, belief me. it is so no longer horny. it is so no longer homosexual. JOSH'S BOYFRIEND: Does it have anything to do with the gravitational pull of the death sunlight? He pops the chew into his mouth and starts off chewing. PSYCHIC: (in a 16 year-old's voice) precisely.