whirlpool.
Back in the Motel Chain Mansion, the Vikings are wandering around the labyrinthine hallways. They have been trying to open doors, but none will open. They haven’t been sufficiently interested to break any of the doors down yet. They are drunk, rolling, and high and are feeling belligerent about these bitch doors whose legs don’t want to open. They come upon one with a huge penis carved out of the wood.
Viking #2/Reed:
Oh shit, dude! I know what this shit is! In that history class I took they talked about Pompeii and how there are these penises on the streets that lead the way to the brothel. Oh shit man, there’s a fucking whorehouse at this party! We have to go in, man. We have to.
Viking #3/Buck:
Are you serious? This is a joke or something. There’s no whorehouse here. What the fuck did you take tonight?
Viking #2/Jack:
Fuck off. I’m opening it.
He struggles with the door. It does not want to open. He pulls and pulls until finally:
Viking #2/Jack:
Jesus Christ, motherfuckers. help me!
They begin ramming into the door with their shoulders. The wood eventually begins to give and they pull the rest of the door apart.
Viking #4/Buck:
There better fucking be whores in here after that bullshit.
They each squeeze in through the opening in the wood. The camera follows. It looks like an old saloon, from a Clint Eastwood spaghetti western. It’s empty though, and eerie. They begin to hear women’s voices calling them. There is giggling and heavy breathing, and each of the men is called by name.
The Vikings venture upstairs to the bedrooms to seek out the mysterious voices. Before they go into the first room, the camera goes through the door’s peep-hole and pans over a huge spider, three times the size of the men put together, sisters to the spider from Stephen King’s It and Shelob, from Lord of the Rings. Her mandibles are dripping and She is ready to pounce. The men open the door, excited and aroused. The Spider attacks, devouring them one by one as the others look on screaming, too scared even to run and mesmerized by the sight.
The Mansion takes the souls of the Vikings and transforms them into sewage pipes right over the foyer. Kaleanathi burps quietly to herself, and continues churning the ocean.
11:05 P.M.
The camera twirls and winds its way back to the party. There are groups of people floored all over the house. There doesn’t seem to be anyone not completely wasted.
The camera, bored, returns outside to a beautiful spot by a waterfall. There are two different types of music going on, and sometimes, if you sit just right in between the two, you can hear a third type of music, one that is a combination of the mismatched melodies. It sounds like garbage to most people, but if you concentrate really hard, you can make the music fit together. It’s a fun rave game to play. Exercises the brain. At the moment, Skreem and Console are talking about this odd quirk that they have in common.
Skreem, rolling on ecstasy (and unknowingly tripping on acid from the water):
You know, the first time I ever did ecstasy my therapist gave it to me. It was right after my husband and daughter [cough] died. I had had this horrible screaming in my head, you know, after it happened, and the E kind of quieted it down. That’s how I found the in-between music. I try to sit and listen without having those voices in my head.
Console (shrooming but also unknowingly tripping):
I so know what you mean. I’ve been having these visions or something. I don’t understand them at all. I had one about a vampire or something and I was really little, like Tom Thumb. And I’ve been having this recurring one about a bright white light... I don’t know what it means, but they hurt my head. And they are never that clear, you know, about what they are trying to say.
Skreem:
Totally. I saw my husband violate our daughter in the most horrible way a person can and there was nothing I could do about it. And up until
Back in the Motel Chain Mansion, the Vikings are wandering around the labyrinthine hallways. They have been trying to open doors, but none will open. They haven’t been sufficiently interested to break any of the doors down yet. They are drunk, rolling, and high and are feeling belligerent about these bitch doors whose legs don’t want to open. They come upon one with a huge penis carved out of the wood.
Viking #2/Reed:
Oh shit, dude! I know what this shit is! In that history class I took they talked about Pompeii and how there are these penises on the streets that lead the way to the brothel. Oh shit man, there’s a fucking whorehouse at this party! We have to go in, man. We have to.
Viking #3/Buck:
Are you serious? This is a joke or something. There’s no whorehouse here. What the fuck did you take tonight?
Viking #2/Jack:
Fuck off. I’m opening it.
He struggles with the door. It does not want to open. He pulls and pulls until finally:
Viking #2/Jack:
Jesus Christ, motherfuckers. help me!
They begin ramming into the door with their shoulders. The wood eventually begins to give and they pull the rest of the door apart.
Viking #4/Buck:
There better fucking be whores in here after that bullshit.
They each squeeze in through the opening in the wood. The camera follows. It looks like an old saloon, from a Clint Eastwood spaghetti western. It’s empty though, and eerie. They begin to hear women’s voices calling them. There is giggling and heavy breathing, and each of the men is called by name.
The Vikings venture upstairs to the bedrooms to seek out the mysterious voices. Before they go into the first room, the camera goes through the door’s peep-hole and pans over a huge spider, three times the size of the men put together, sisters to the spider from Stephen King’s It and Shelob, from Lord of the Rings. Her mandibles are dripping and She is ready to pounce. The men open the door, excited and aroused. The Spider attacks, devouring them one by one as the others look on screaming, too scared even to run and mesmerized by the sight.
The Mansion takes the souls of the Vikings and transforms them into sewage pipes right over the foyer. Kaleanathi burps quietly to herself, and continues churning the ocean.
11:05 P.M.
The camera twirls and winds its way back to the party. There are groups of people floored all over the house. There doesn’t seem to be anyone not completely wasted.
The camera, bored, returns outside to a beautiful spot by a waterfall. There are two different types of music going on, and sometimes, if you sit just right in between the two, you can hear a third type of music, one that is a combination of the mismatched melodies. It sounds like garbage to most people, but if you concentrate really hard, you can make the music fit together. It’s a fun rave game to play. Exercises the brain. At the moment, Skreem and Console are talking about this odd quirk that they have in common.
Skreem, rolling on ecstasy (and unknowingly tripping on acid from the water):
You know, the first time I ever did ecstasy my therapist gave it to me. It was right after my husband and daughter [cough] died. I had had this horrible screaming in my head, you know, after it happened, and the E kind of quieted it down. That’s how I found the in-between music. I try to sit and listen without having those voices in my head.
Console (shrooming but also unknowingly tripping):
I so know what you mean. I’ve been having these visions or something. I don’t understand them at all. I had one about a vampire or something and I was really little, like Tom Thumb. And I’ve been having this recurring one about a bright white light... I don’t know what it means, but they hurt my head. And they are never that clear, you know, about what they are trying to say.
Skreem:
Totally. I saw my husband violate our daughter in the most horrible way a person can and there was nothing I could do about it. And up until
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