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| + | Well sure, you may not be hard but my strapon dildo sure is, come down from Canadia to Meiheco so I can peg you. I often times dream of you standing over my face, to allow me to gaze into your gaping boypussy, the smell of it making me so wet that I have attached a cup to my vagina as to catch all the liquid spilling out so I don't need to give the big corporations more money to "bottle" my water. (AKA Put MSG and growth hormones into my sweet sweet water so that one day they may make the poor and lower middle class into a sort of livestock for the rich to feast upon. The prettiest people would then be put in a zoo so the rich can jerk it to them fucking each other.) [[Category:Shit]] [[Category:Sex]] [[Category:Get Fucked]] [[Category:VSTF]] [[Category:Bitch]] [[Category:Niggerfaggot]] [[Category:Nice]] [[Category:Hips]] [[Category:Bitch]] |
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| − | [Open Ext. [[Dead Man's Mouth]]] |
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| − | (<i>The [[Crystal Gems|Gems]] look down from a small cliff at a moss covered swamp, [[Steven Universe (character)|Steven]] is seen hopping around the dead logs on the swamp.</i>) |
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| − | '''[[Pearl]]''': This doesn't look good at all. |
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| − | '''Steven''': *jumps on the rocks and reaches to touch the [[Magic Moss|moss]]* Whoa! Cool! |
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| − | '''Pearl''': No, Steven! Don't go near that stuff! |
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| − | Amethyst: No, Steven, wait- |
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| − | (<i>[[Garnet]] throws a boulder at the rock and catapults Steven into Pearl's arms.</i>) |
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| − | '''Steven''': Whoa! *lands on Pearl* Steven's here! |
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| − | '''Pearl''': *puts Steven down* You have to be careful, Steven! |
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| − | '''Steven''': Why? (<i>A duck is seen attempting to sit on a log as the moss consumes the log.</i>) What is that stuff? |
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| − | '''Garnet''': *folds arms* It's the moss that [[Rose Quartz]] raised on the hill. |
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| − | '''Steven''': My mom planted this stuff? |
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| − | '''Pearl''': Rose Quartz used to climb that hill every spring and tend to the moss at the top. *shows projection of Rose tending to the moss* But now that Rose... is gone, the moss is on the move! |
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| − | '''Steven''': *makes a disappointed face* It's lost. |
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| − | '''[[Amethyst]]''': It's not lost. It's ''gross''. |
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| − | '''Pearl''': Yes, but Rose loved it anyway. She saw the beauty in everything, no matter how gross. *waves hair* Fortunately, I know just what to do in this situation. |
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| − | (<i>Pearl stands in front of the other Gems, who are sitting behind her. She smiles, opens her eyes, jumps into the air, spins around, and strikes a pose.</i>) |
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| − | '''Pearl''': Twooooh! *does a dance and her gem activates* Haaaaaah! |
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| − | '''Steven''': *whispers to Amethyst* This is why I get up in the morning! (<i>A glowing, white blob falls out of her gem and into Steven's hands, becoming a roll of police tape.</i>) Is this... police tape? |
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| − | '''Pearl''': Isn't this great? This way, we don't even ''have'' to use magic. Humans will just see this and walk away. |
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| − | (<i>Garnet slams her fist into her hand like a baseball mitt.</i>) |
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| − | '''Garnet''': Don't hold back. *to Amethyst* |
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| − | '''Amethyst''': I never... do! *throws tape to Garnet* |
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| − | [Montage of Gems putting tape all around entrance of swamp] |
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| − | Steven: *breathing heavily, sighs, grunts* |
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| − | '''Pearl''': ♪La la-la la-la *ties the police tape into a bow shape* (<i>The Gems all gather together.</i>) Perfect!♪ Now we can come up with a plan to move the moss back to its hill! |
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| − | '''Steven''': Who wants to get some lunch? (<i>The Gems stare at him silently.</i>) Just me, then? ... Nice. |
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| − | [Trans. Ext. [[Fish Stew Pizza]]] |
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| − | '''Steven''': Gettin' me a pi, gettin' me a -zza. Gettin' me a p-p-p-p-pizza! Gettin' me a pi, gettin' me a -zza. hmm, mmm, mm, mm~ *notices [[Lars]]* Hey, is that Lars? Lars! |
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| − | '''Lars''': *groans* Why now? |
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| − | '''Steven''': Got a high five for you *starts to run towards Lars with his arm raised high* from waaaay down toooown! Ohhhhhh! |
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| − | '''Lars''': No, Steven! *whisper yells* No high fives! |
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| − | '''Steven''': Mmmmm, okay. *high-fives his chest, and then Lars slaps it away* |
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| − | '''Lars''': Steven! |
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| − | '''Steven''': *laughs* So... how come you're not at the [[Big Donut]]? |
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| − | '''Lars''': I don't spend my whole life at work. *flips jacket over shoulder* I do... other things. |
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| − | '''Steven''': Like standing against this wall? |
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| − | '''Lars''': *looks back* *angrily* What does it look like?! |
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| − | '''Steven''': Looks like you're doing a lot of nothing. |
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| − | '''Lars''': That's the plan, Ste-ven. *flips jacket* Just playing it cool today, you know? |
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| − | '''Steven''': We are so much alike. |
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| − | '''Lars''': Excuse me? *raises eyebrows* |
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| − | '''Steven''': You want to get a fresh pizza right out of the oven, but you don't want to seem too desperate, right? Well, there's no need to be ashamed. Just walk right in and ask. That's what I always do. *motions towards window* |
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| − | '''Lars''': Ah, uh Steven, don't go in there right now! |
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| − | '''Steven''': Oh, hey! *stares inside* |
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| − | [Int. Fish Stew Pizza] |
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| − | (<i>[[Jenny]], [[Sour Cream]], and [[Buck Dewey]] are hanging around inside. [[Kiki]], working, stands beside them.</i>) |
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| − | '''Jenny: '''He opened the door, and there was doggy doo everywhere. |
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| − | '''Buck Dewey''': That's nasty. I don't like nasty stuff. |
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| − | '''Sour Cream''': *bites the cheese off of pizza* |
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| − | [Ext. Fish Stew Pizza and adjacent lot] |
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| − | '''Steven''': *outside window* Isn't that Kiki's sister and her friends? |
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| − | '''Lars''': *under his breathe* Jenny, Sour Cream, and Buck Dewey. |
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| − | '''Steven''': Oh, you know those guys? |
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| − | '''Lars''': N-not quite, but I'm sure we'll hang at some point. |
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| − | '''Steven''': You should go in and talk to them. |
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| − | '''Lars''': *starts to fluster* T-T-That's not how these things work, Steven! The plan is to keep it cool and let them come to me. *leans on wall again* |
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| − | '''Steven''': Here they come. (<i>Jenny, Sour Cream, and Buck leave Fish Stew Pizza.</i>) |
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| − | '''Lars''': Aah! Steven, turn around! Act natural! *looks away quickly, sweating profusely* |
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| − | '''Jenny''': *to Kiki* Tell dad I'll be back later. *walks away* |
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| − | '''Steven''': I don't think they saw you. |
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| − | '''Lars''': Steven, you were blocking me with your... big hair! Aah! |
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| − | '''Steven''': Sorry, I'll go tell them to look over here. *walks away* |
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| − | '''Lars''': *whispering* Steven, no, don't go over there! (<i>Steven walks towards them anyways, Lars continues to look away.</i>) I hate you! |
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| − | '''Buck Dewey:''' Muffins that are like this big. *motions with hands* |
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| − | '''Jenny''': Those things are too sweet for me. |
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| − | '''Steven''': Hi! My name's Steven. *puts hand up for high five* |
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| − | '''Buck Dewey''': *high fives* Buck Dewey. |
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| − | '''Sour Cream''': *high fives* They call me "Sour Cream". |
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| − | '''Jenny''': *high fives* I'm Jenny. |
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| − | '''Lars''': *hand over mouth, thinking* Aah, he's gonna wreck everything! What are they saying? I can't hear them! (<i>Steven dances in the background.</i>) Ugh! Why is he dancing?! *tears up* No-ho-ho! My life is horrible! |
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| − | '''Steven''': Hey, Lars! |
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| − | '''Lars''': *snaps into "cool" pose* Yo. |
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| − | '''Steven''': They invited us along for a ride. |
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| − | '''Lars''': Huh? Wait a minute, they- you-? Steven you got lucky. So don't ruin this with any of your lame schtick. |
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| − | '''Steven''': *pretends to shoot finger guns* Pew pew! You got it! *laughs* |
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| − | (<i>Lars face palms, whole group walks towards [[Jenny's Car]].</i>) |
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| − | '''Jenny''': Hop on in guys. |
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| − | '''Steven''': Ah yeah, middle seat! |
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| − | (<i>All file into car, BD, Steven, and Lars in back, SC in shotgun and Jenny driving.</i>) |
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| − | '''Buck Dewey''': Where'd you get that rad shirt Steven? |
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| − | '''Steven''': *looks at shirt* I have no idea where any of my clothes come from. |
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| − | '''Buck Dewey''': Yeah man, living free. I like it. |
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| − | '''Lars''': Hey, check out ''my'' shirt. *points to shirt with snake design* |
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| − | '''Buck Dewey''': Oh, that snake is nasty. |
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| − | '''Lars''': Oh, *fakes obnoxious laugh* Yeah, I ''hate'' snakes! |
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| − | '''Buck Dewey''': Oh, what? That's too bad, some snakes are pretty cool. |
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| − | '''Steven''': Sounds like it's time to buckle up! |
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| − | '''Lars''': Quit being lame, Steven. |
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| − | '''Sour Cream''': Hey man, there's nothing "lame" about seat belt safety. |
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| − | '''Jenny''': Car does not move 'till we're all buckled up. |
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| − | '''Sour Cream''': Yeah, now let's get some spaced out beats up in here. *turns radio to electronica station* Yeah, I could rave to this. *slowly waves arms in front of him* |
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| − | '''Lars''': *to Jenny* Hey, this car is really cool Jenny. |
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| − | '''Jenny''': It's just the delivery car for my Dad's lame shop. Makes me smell like pizza. Where to, y'all? *drives out of parking lot* |
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| − | '''Sour Cream''': I don't even know. |
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| − | '''Steven''': Oh, can we stop by the Big Donut? |
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| − | [Trans. Int. [[Beach City]]] |
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| − | '''Jenny''': *drives up next to Big Donut* That old place? |
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| − | '''Buck Dewey''': Man that place is a drag. |
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| − | '''Steven''': But that's where Lars works- (<i>Lars coughs loudly.</i>) |
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| − | '''Lars''': *coughing* Quiet Steven. *coughs* |
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| − | '''Steven''': You need some water? |
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| − | (<i>Group drives through heart of town.</i>) |
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| − | '''Steven''': *notices [[Funland Arcade]]* Funland arcade is the best! Let's do that. |
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| − | '''Sour Cream''': Man, I beat all the "G's" in there like 3 million times. |
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| − | '''Steven''': *gasp* No way! |
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| − | '''Lars''': Yeah, me too. |
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| − | '''Steven''': No way!! |
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| − | '''Sour Cream''': Honestly though, I'm just exaggerating to sound cool. |
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| − | '''Steven''': I appreciate your honesty. |
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| − | (<i>Group drives near city park, where [[Bill Dewey]] is holding a rally.</i>) |
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| − | '''Jenny''': Hey Buck, isn't that your dad? |
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| − | '''Mayor Dewey''': ... Another reason you should re-elect me, I love babies. Will you look at that, a baby! (<i>Mayor's aid hands a baby to the mayor.</i>) Gonna kiss it... *kisses baby, crowd applauds* |
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| − | '''Steven''': Hmm, I like his policies on babies. |
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| − | '''Buck Dewey''': Man, he never kisses me like that. |
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| − | '''Lars''': That's rough, bro. |
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| − | '''Buck Dewey''': It's not rough, the lack of daddy kisses in my life made me what I am. |
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| − | (<i>Group drives out of town.</i>) |
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| − | '''Jenny''': Oh my gosh guys, we should check out Dead Man's Mouth. |
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| − | '''Steven''': What's Dead Man's Mouth? |
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| − | '''Buck Dewey''': Oh it's this lake where some dude died, or it looks like a mouth? I forget the specifics. |
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| − | '''Jenny''': Dead Man's Mouth. Here. We. Come. *puts car up a gear and speeds off* |
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| − | '''Steven''': Sounds good to me. |
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| − | [Trans. Dead Man's Mouth] |
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| − | (<i>All file out of the car.</i>) |
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| − | '''Jenny''': We're here. |
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| − | '''Steven''': *notices police tape and gasps* Y-ya know what? I know this place may seem cool, but it's actually a lot less cool than you think. W-why don't we just have some more fun at the boardwalk? |
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| − | '''Lars''': *whispers* Steven stop being lame. *to others* Let's check this place out. |
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| − | (<i>Lars walks towards entrance, others murmur in agreement and accompany him.</i>) |
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| − | '''Steven''': *begins to worry but stops* Oh, pfft, the police tape. *laughs* |
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| − | (<i>All stare at tape.</i>) |
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| − | '''Sour Cream''': Huh, police tape... *rips down tape, all walk through* Awesome. |
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| − | '''Buck Dewey''': *playfully* I'm above the law. *knocks down more tape* |
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| − | '''Jenny''': Who wants to go for a swim? |
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| − | (<i>Steven stares at moss which appears agitated, others begin to take off their coats, Lars takes off his shirt and Sour Cream converts his pants into shorts.</i>) |
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| − | '''Sour Cream''': Pants become shorts. |
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| − | '''Steven''': *stops Lars* Lars, don't go in there, it's dangerous! |
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| − | '''Jenny''': Steven, you trying to scare us? |
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| − | '''Buck''' '''Dewey''': Building atmosphere, I appreciate that. |
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| − | '''Sour Cream''': *mockingly* Oooooh! |
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| − | (<i>Jenny, SC and BD jump in, Lars begins but Steven holds him in place.</i>) |
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| − | '''Steven''': Wait! |
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| − | '''Buck Dewey''': I am not that slow. |
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| − | '''Lars''': *being held by Steven* Hey what are you doing man?! |
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| − | '''Steven''': *tearing up* Don't! |
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| − | '''Lars''': *pushes Steven towards lake but can't break free* Steven, what. Is. Your. Deal?? *gasps* |
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| − | (<i>Lars struggles to break from Steven but stops when he notices the others suddenly become engulfed by the growing moss around them, which drags them under. Lars falls back in fear.</i>) |
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| − | '''Steven''': Oh no! *small amount of moss attacks his foot* Aaah! |
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| − | '''Lars''': What's going on?! |
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| − | '''Steven''': It's some kind of Magic Moss my Mom planted! |
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| − | '''Lars''': Wait, your mom-? |
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| − | (<i>Suddenly the others reemerge covered in moss and struggle towards the lake's edge, they collapse on its shore and the moss covers them entirely.</i>) |
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| − | '''Lars''': Guys hang on! (<i>Lars and Steven rip away at moss to no avail.</i>) |
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| − | '''Steven''': *gasps and notices hill in background* Lars, I know what we have to do. |
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| − | '''Lars''': *ignores him* This is all ''your'' fault! *sighs, tears up* I knew if something went wrong today it would be because of ''you''! Now I'm never going to be friends with these guys. All because of your... weird mom! |
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| − | (<i>Steven's eyes narrow in shock, and partially in rage, his posture and expressions become extremely aggressive, Lars backs off in surprise.</i>) |
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| − | '''Steven''': *pokes at Lars' chest* What do you know about my Mom?! ''I'' DIDN'T EVEN GET TO KNOW MY MOM! But I ''do'' know, she saw beauty in everything! Even in stuff like this *points at moss* and even in jerks like you! (<i>Lars looks away ashamedly, Steven sighs.</i>) Now help me get them to the car. |
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| − | (<i>Steven and Lars put the others' bodies, still covered completely in moss, into the car and buckle them in.</i>) |
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| − | '''Steven''': Lars, hurry! This moss belongs at the top of that hill. *points at tall hill* Come on Lars what are you waiting for? |
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| − | '''Lars''': Uh, Steven, I don't know how to drive a stick shift. |
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| − | '''Steven''': I'll work the stick, you just keep us on the road. |
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| − | '''Lars''': Okay, alright, let's do this. Ignition! |
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| − | '''Steven''': Stick power! (<i>The car jams and goes forward.</i>) |
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| − | '''Lars''': Steven, no, put it in reverse! |
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| − | '''Steven''': Is that the one with "R" on it? *car jolts backwards* Aaaah! |
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| − | [Trans. Ext. Beach City] |
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| − | '''Lars''': Jenny's gonna kill meeeeee! (<i>The car backs up onto main road, and they drive forward.</i>) What's gonna happen when we get to the top of that hill? |
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| − | '''Steven''': I don't know! |
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| − | '''Lars''': You don't know?! |
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| − | '''Steven''': That's just where the moss wants to be! (<i>Moss begins to engulf front of the car, including Steven and Lars.</i>) Aah! |
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| − | '''Lars''': It's getting everywhere! Woah! |
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| − | (<i>The car jerks and turns sporadically until they bump into a large truck which straightens them out.</i>) |
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| − | '''Steven''': We did it! |
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| − | '''Lars''': We're almost there. |
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| − | (<i>Lars parks the near the top of the hill, and he and Steven quickly get out to drag the bodies to the top.</i>) |
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| − | '''Steven''': We got to get up there. *points to top of hill* Hurry! |
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| − | (<i>Steven and Lars get close to top of hill, but moss progressively engulfs them as well, slowing them.</i>) |
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| − | '''Lars''': I'm, getting stuck! |
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| − | '''Steven''': No, don't, give up. |
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| − | (<i>The moss almost completely engulfs and leaves them immobilized near the top of the hill.</i>) |
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| − | '''Lars''': Steven... *looks away apologetically* |
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| − | '''Steven''': What? |
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| − | '''Lars''': *quickly changes* This sucks! *moss swallows him* |
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| − | '''Steven''': Laaaaars- *moss swallows him as well* |
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| − | (<i>The moss entirely engulfs them and all appears lost. Suddenly, the clouds clear and the sun comes out which immediately causes the moss to convert into pink blossoms which float away and free all of them, leaving them completely drained of energy. The air fills with the pink blossoms and Steven and Lars watch them over the hill.</i>) |
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| − | '''Steven''': *freed from moss* The moss was just trying to bloom. |
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| − | '''Jenny''': Ugh, what happened? |
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| − | '''Sour Cream''': I think I died. |
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| − | '''Jenny''': Guys, look! *points towards edge of hill, all rush towards it* |
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| − | '''Jenny, SC, and BD''': Woah! |
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| − | (<i>The blossoms quickly waft gently throughout the city at sunset, which can be seen in its entirety from atop the hill.</i>) |
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| − | '''Sour Cream''': You can see all of Beach City from up here. |
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| − | '''Buck Dewey''': It's beautiful. |
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| − | '''Jenny''': Yeah... how did we even get here? |
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| − | '''Lars''': Well, Steven thought of it t-- |
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| − | '''Steven''': *interrupts* Lars drove us here. (<i>All three murmur in approval of Lars.</i>) |
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| − | '''Cool Kids''': Oh yeah, Lars! Super cool. |
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| − | '''Sour Cream''': I can ''totally'' rave to this. |
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| − | '''Jenny and Buck Dewey''': Go go go... *SC "raves"* |
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| − | (<i>Steven attempts a high five with Lars but Lars high-fives his chest instead.</i>) |
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| − | '''Steven''': *laughs* Yeah! *high-fives Lars' chest as well* |
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| − | '''Lars''': *feeling embarrassed* Okay, that's enough. |
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Revision as of 12:09, 30 August 2016
Well sure, you may not be hard but my strapon dildo sure is, come down from Canadia to Meiheco so I can peg you. I often times dream of you standing over my face, to allow me to gaze into your gaping boypussy, the smell of it making me so wet that I have attached a cup to my vagina as to catch all the liquid spilling out so I don't need to give the big corporations more money to "bottle" my water. (AKA Put MSG and growth hormones into my sweet sweet water so that one day they may make the poor and lower middle class into a sort of livestock for the rich to feast upon. The prettiest people would then be put in a zoo so the rich can jerk it to them fucking each other.)