Death At The Party

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figure from a far mumbling out loud while holding a large
pack of something,the figure keep’s coming closer and
closer,it’s Death’s cousin "Cousin Dev"(The Devil).He is in
his late 20’s,has on a black sabbath shirt with ripped jeans
and has a beer belly...he is also drunk as hell and is
holding half a 30 rack of PBR(Pabst Blue Ribbon).
EXT.PARK-NIGHT
UNCLE DEV:
Na na na na! na na na na! Hey
hey-ey...goodbyeeeeeeeeeeeee!...I’m
so fucking wasted.
DEATH:
Uncle Dev!? What are you doing
hear?
UNCLE DEV:
Holly fuck,Death!...I was calling
you back there man. Jesus
Christ!...(Looking up to the sky)I
know jesus!...I know...you told me
not to mentation your name ever
again...sorry....Hey Death I hope
your peers have really good car
insurance...because I fucking
trashed that whole street with my
truck...huh! such a bad but great
driver...Is everything alright bud?
DEATH:
No...everything is not alright.
Everything just sucks!...look at me
Cousin Dev. I look like something
straight out of a tacky horror
movie,where obviously these
creatures will never existed in
real life(Both look into the
camera). What was i thinking in the
first place? I guess dead bodies
and watching soaps with MA! are in
my future.
COUSIN DEV:
Uh! Your killing me with all this
sensitive shit,hear have a
beer...(Cousin Dev and Death both
opened up a beer)...Aww the taste
kept’s me living...D,you know all
those new assholes you sent down to
my place really,really,really!
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