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THIERRY : YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT I'M GONNA BEAT THE SKIN OFF YOUR SORRY ASS
DEMETRI: Tsk,
children
having
children...
DEMETRI: Some aren’t
ready for that
responsibility.
DEMETRI: Speaking of which,
don’t you think
Jack should learn
more than just the...
*ahem* Vitus method?
VITUS: No.
THIERRY: WHO'S A BIG MAN NOW HUH
DEMETRI: But I’ve so much
to teach! Wisdom
of the ages and whatnot.
THIERRY: YOU LIKE THAT -- DO YA
DEMETRI: You’ll have
to leave him
when you find
some hussy,
anyway.
VITUS: I wasn’t--
well..
What do you
say Jack?
DEMETRI: Oh, did
you get
that letter?
THIERRY: SAY UNCLE
VITUS: What letter?
JACK: OK fine,
go ahead
Vitus...
THIERRY: SAY THIERRY'S YOUR GOD
DEMETRI: Oh goody!
JACK: Thank you...
for sending
that.
DEMETRI: No trouble.
Actually I want
you to go to
a gala.
DEMETRI: Harlan Art Museum
is having a special
event-- anyone who’s
anyone will have
a beautiful youth
on their arm. Don’t make
me be left
out!
JACK: How’d I know
it wasn’t out
of kindness--
DEMETRI: Oh that too!
JACK : Yeah fine,
whatever.
DEMETRI: Yes! I’ve got this
season’s hottest
accessory!
THIERRY: I‘m not done
with you!
NICK: Gotta ‘freshen
up.’
TEXT: Nick seethed in the Men’s
room-- Fuck this! Fuck it!
That fucking little brat.
How can he tell ME what
to do? At least he doesn’t follow me in here too.
Yeah maybe I don’t have as
much control now, but we’re
monsters! Isn’t this what
monsters do? I gotta get out.
Nick struggled, and
learned a new, useful
trick.
THIERRY: Where IS
that asshole?
VICTIM: So I was
like--
MEANWHILE
DEMETRI: How about a
brief hunt
first?
JACK: Hunt? Oh yeah.
you guys fight
for blood.
I’m not in
the mood.
DEMETRI: Well if you’re not in the mood..
JACK: Aw man. |