All language subtitles for American Gods - S01E01 - The Bone Orchard.eng

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[thunder rumbling]

[pen scratching]

[church bells tolling]

[waves crashing]

Narrator:
They were hungry,
of course,

having made their way through
their stores of dried meat

and salt fish days ago,

even though carefully,
professionally rationed.

[ropes creaking]

To a man they were
expert seamen,

yet no expertise
can surmount a sea

that does not wish you
to reach shore.

Come on!

* Heave ho hum

Until finally...

* Heave ho hum

* Heave ho heave

* Heave ho hum

Celebration was cut short.

The land reached
was barren, rocky.

No food, no shelter.

Only biting insects
and snakes.

When they set off,
they dreamt

of the riches
they would accumulate,

the fat-breasted women
they would send for.

Their dreams
changed to bread,

roasted meats.

Even a salad would do.

[shouting]

Haah!

Aah!

[grunt]

Regin!

Narrator: Gods.

They did not yet have
a word in their language

for "miserable."

They would
have to invent one.

It was time to leave
this accursed land,

but their sails hung flabby
as Grandmother's teat.

The wind did not
wish them to leave.

They were becalmed
astride hell.

Lucky they knew
wind can be reasoned with.

The All-Father
could intercede

with the wind
on their behalf,

but they feared
he would not know

to look this far from home.

They would have
to make him look.

[grunt]

Aah!

[growling]

Yaah!

Yes.

Aah!

[groaning]

Aah!

[groaning]

But still...no wind.

* Heave ho

* Heave ho hum

* Heave

[man screaming]

* Heave ho hum

* Heave

* Heave

* Heave ho hum

It was obvious now
what was required.

After all, their god
was a war god.

[shouting]

Haah!

[wind blowing]

They left in a hurry,

not bothering
to sew their wounds

or burn the dead.

And when they reached
their home shores,

not one of them ever
set foot in a boat

or spoke of that
new world ever again.

* Heave ho hum

Over 100 years later,

when Leif the Fortunate,
son of Erik the Red,

would rediscover that land,

he found his god waiting...

along with his war.

* Heave ho hum

[buzzer]

Man: Best thing,

only good thing
about being in prison,

is the relief.

You don't worry if they're
going to get you

when they already got you.

Tomorrow can't do anything

today hasn't already managed.

[grunt]

Even better
with a death sentence.

Bang. Worst has
already happened.

You get a few days
to let it sink in,

and then you're riding the cart

on the way to do
your dance on nothing.

This country went to hell

when they stopped
hanging folks.

No gallows dirt,
no gallows deals.

[grunt] No gallows humor.

Yeah.

Funniest fucking shit
in the world. Ha ha!

You know,
I'm not superstitious.

I believe in plenty

when there's reason
and evidence to believe.

I don't believe
in anything I can't see.

I feel like
there's a fucking axe
hanging over my head.

You know, I can't see it,
but I believe it.

I can see it fine.

Prison has a way of trying
to keep you in prison.

They'll do
anything they can

to keep you inside
with them.

I smell snow.

[phone ringing]

[rings]

Woman: Hello?

I love you.

Something feels weird.

I love you, too.
What feels weird?

I don't know. Um...

the weather.

The air feels constipated,

like if it'd just
push out a storm,

it'd be okay.

It's nice here.

The trees are budding.

There'll be leaves on them
when you get back.

Five days.

120 hours
till you're home.

Everything's okay there,
right?

Waiting for the sky to fall
is going to cause more bother

than the sky actually
falling, which it isn't.

Yeah. So nothing's wrong.

Everything's fine.

Robbie's coming by.

We're planning your
surprise party welcome home.

A surprise party?

Which you know
nothing about.

[laughing]

Not a thing.

I love you, puppy.

I love you, too.

[thunder crashing]

I love you, puppy.

I love you, too, baby.

[thunder crashing]

**

[buzzer]

Man:
Shadow Moon. This way.

[keys clanking]

[door opens]

[buzzer]

Oh.

Thank you for coming.

Sit down.

Please.

[sighs]

Says here you were
sentenced to six years

for aggravated
assault and battery.

- Yes, sir.
- Served three

and were due to be
released on Friday.

Shadow, we're going
to be releasing you

later this afternoon.

You'll be getting out
a couple of days early.

[sigh]

There's no good way
to say this,

so I'll put it plain.

This came in from Johnson City
Hospital in Eagle Point.

Your wife--

she died in the early hours
of this morning.

Was a--
an automobile accident.

It's like one of them
good-news, bad-news
jokes, isn't it?

Good news, we're
letting you out early.

Bad news,
your wife's dead.

**

**

Woman: I'm sorry.
It's our policy.

I can't change your ticket

from two days from now
till today.

If you have to change
your departure date

from Friday to today,

it's a $200 change fee

plus the difference
in fare.

- $200.
- Plus the difference in fare.

Do you have to travel today?

I have to get
to Eagle Point, yeah.
It's for a funeral.

Not without an original
death certificate,

and there's no emails,
and there's no copies.

Do not piss off those
bitches in airports.

Take a lesson
from Johnnie Larch.

I don't know Johnnie Larch.

Johnnie Larch
got out after five years.

He gets to the airport,

hands his ticket
to the woman at the counter,

who asks for his
driver's license.

He gives it to her.
She says, "It's expired."

He says, "It might not be
a valid drivers license,

"but it is a damn fine
identification.

"There's my picture,
my weight, and my height.

Who the fuck
do you think it is?"

She says, "I'll thank you
for not using

that sort of language
with me, sir."

He says, "Give me my
fucking boarding pass
right fucking now."

Now, he has the right
to take that tone.

She was disrespecting him.

You don't let people
disrespect you in prison.

Why the fuck
would he let her

disrespect him
as a free man? Mm-mm.

She hit a button.
[imitating alarm buzzer]

Security shows up.

He's back in prison.

You understand
what I'm saying right now?

One of those
"behaviors that work

"inside a specialized
environment such as a prison

but can fail to work when
outside such an environment"

- sort of situations.
- No, dummy.

I'm saying do not

piss off

those bitches

in airports.

P.A.: This is the
final boarding call
for flight 226, Orlando.

Final boarding call,
flight 226...

How much
for a flight tomorrow?

**

Hey, Robbie. Uh...

They tell me Laura's dead.

Let me out early.

Coming home.

Man: I bought it.
I d-- I did!

I did. I-I've got to get
to my son's christening. Hmm?

I-- I bought
a first class ticket.

Sir, this isn't
a first class ticket.

I-- I sent a check.
Look, th-there's--

th-there's my name.

I got to get back.

He was only born
two days ago.

We-- We named him--

We-- We named him--

Sir, are you sure

you're supposed to be
traveling alone?

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

My son always
travels with me.

He takes care of everything,
all the bills.

I've just got to get
back for his christening,

and everything
will be all right.

You know what?

He-- He'll take care of me.

We're gonna
get you in First.

Get--
Just get him in First.

First class? Thank you.

Yeah, you're gonna go
right in first class. Okay?

- Thank you.
- Don't worry anymore.

- Thank you.
- And mind your bag.

- Watch your step.
- Thakn you. Mm-hmm. Thank you.

Next. So sorry.

Can you take your seat?

This lady is sitting in it.

5D times two. Now do you
see the problem?

I need you
to take another seat.

Just point to one,
and I'll take it.

Really?

[indistinct
announcement on PA]

I guess this must be
your lucky day, huh?

Cashews. Love 'em.

Native to Brazil but grow
like motherfuckers in Florida.

Mm-hmm.

I'm supposed to take
your drink, sir.

Yeah, but you're not
going to, are you?

Because you would have said

"I need to take
your drink, sir"

or "I'm gonna have to
take that drink, sir,"

neither of which happened.

So don't worry about it.

I'll hold her very tight

while you pour my friend
here a Jack and Coke

and get me another one, hmm?

- Flight attendants--
- Thank you.

...prepare the cabin
for departure.

Are you nervous?

Uh, never flown before.

Nothing to it.
Just sit back and be a bird

and drink up.

I offer you
the worm from my beak,

and you look at me
like I fucked your mom?

Sorry. No. It's--

You're just the first
person I've talked to

who wasn't an asshole.

Give me time.

Ohh.

Nice work on the upgrade.

Straight-up
sympathy play, huh?

It's risky.

Airlines are
the ultimate clip joint.

They deserve that and worse.

What would you have done,
my boy?

Uh, good Samaritan.

You know,
gentleman's curve,

if I was a traveling man.

- Oh, which you are not.
- Mm-mm.

No, sir, not me.

Seems like a firm decision
made for good reasons.

I can respect that.
A man gets out of prison,

he should concentrate
above all on not going back.

Oh, don't worry about me.
I got an eye for these things.

Just the one, but I can see

that you're not
used to the fresh air,

but I don't see the joy
of being out.

Also, you lost something vital
in there, not just time.

What should I call you
if I were so inclined?

Shadow Moon.

Oh, my boy, that
is one outstandingly
improbable name.

Shadow Moon. Moon Shadow.
Goddamn hippie parents.

Hippie parent.

Mama had a big afro, huh?

"Dancing Queen," hmm?

Yeah. She had the whole kit.

And if I was inclined,
what might I call you?

What's today?

Wednesday.

Hmm. Today's my day.

Let's go with that, huh?

Thank you so much, darling.

P.A.: Ladies and gentleman
please remain...

- Ah.
- Thanks.

Hmm. Always good to meet
a fellow traveler, Shadow--

Oh. Excuse me. I'm sorry.

But when you were,
what was your downfall?

Uh, casinos.

Oh, bang-bang. Big time, huh?

Yeah, and some small time.

All right.

- Hmm?
- Ah!

[both laugh]

Yeah. Better at
the small than big.

Ah, you got
more talent than me.

I got two. One is I can
sleep anywhere, any time.

The other one is
that I usually end up
getting what I want--

on average, over time.

It's all about getting
people to believe in you.

It's not their cash,
it's their faith.

[rattling]

Well, take this plane,
for example.

This 80-ton chub of metal,

seat cushions,
and Bloody Mary mix

has no right to be
soaring through the sky,

but along comes Newton
explaining something

about the air flow
over the wing

creating an uplift
or some such shit,

none of which
makes a lick of sense,

but you got
82 passengers back there

who believe it so fiercely,

the plane continues
its journey safely.

Now, what's
keeping us aloft?

Faith or Newton?

Mm. They give you
a free little shit kit

in first class.

You might not have
known that.

How are you fixed for work?

Who needs work
when you're rich, huh?

Well, I just happens to be
in a hiring position.

And I could be Mr. Wednesday
with a shake of the hand.

I mean, perfectly legal work,
for the most part.

Good money, open roads,
no aggravation--

well, a little bit
by and by, but, uh, you know,

I would have no hesitation
hiring an ex-con.

Don't rush into this.
Take your time, hmm?

No, thank you,

but I already have
a job waiting for me

- at my buddy's gym.
- No you don't.

I could use
a fellow like you.

There's always work for a big
guy who's smart enough to know

he's better off letting
people think he's dumb.

Oh, and by the way,
did I mention the bonuses?

Outstanding benefits.

I'll even throw in
a pension if you'd like,

and I can tell you
what the fuck a pension is.

Hell,
by the end of your tenure,

you could be
the next king of America.

And I told you, I got a job.

Ah, of course, of course.

Anyway,
as a wise man once said,

a man gets out of prison,

he should be focused
above all on not going back.

Ah.

Don't rush into it.

Ah.

[thunder crashing]

[sighs]

[thunder continues]

**

[heavy footsteps]

Believe.

Sir?

Sir?

Oh, great. I slept
through first class.

Sorry we had to make
an emergency landing.

Can't blame us
for the weather.

I can get you
on a flight tomorrow

that'll get you into
Eagle Point by 6.

How many miles
is it from here?

**

* Torture

* Torture

* Baby, you're torturing me

* So if you love me,
let me know *

* But if you don't,
please let me go *

* Torture

* Torture

* Baby, you're torturing me

* You know that
I'm crazy about you *

* Yet you make me
do without you... *

[screaming]

* You're torturing me

* Torturing me

**

I've only been
on three other dates

from the computer.

I-I don't think I have
the talent for it.

But meeting you...

I'm glad
my kids forced me

into getting on
that stupid thing.

You... like me?

Are you sure?

I want to see you again.

I know.

I mean, w-we can wait
and do it then.

We will.

Light that for me,
would you?

**

I'm not what I once was.

You're perfect.

You don't think I'm spent?

You're the sexiest
goddamn thing

I've ever gotten
to touch for free.

I'm so--

I don't know what I'm doing.

What man does?

Let me--

[moaning]

Don't let go. Not yet.

Do something for me.

Worship me.

Stay here...

with your words...

with your body.

Worship me.

Pray to me like I'm your god.

Your goddess.

Don't know how.

Uh, you feel so good.

[panting]

I could keep
fucking you forever.

Worship me.

Say my name.

Bilquis.

- Again!
- Bilquis.

Bilquisss.

Beloved.

I worship your breasts
and your eyes

and your cunt,

and I worship your thighs
and your eyes

and your cherry-red lips.

Ohh, Daughter of the South.

Stone queen
on a throne of honey.

Secret owner of all gold.

I am yours,
my beloved Bilquis.

Queens and concubines
and maidens

hide their faces
in shame before you

because you are the mother
of all beauty.

Trees bow, and warriors fall.

Give me your blessing. Ohh!

I bow my head before you
and worship you.

Oh, my God,
that's incredible.

What are you doing?

Don't stop, honey.

Ohh. I offer you everything--

my money, my blood, my life!

Please, I pray that you
give me your gift,

your one pure gift

that I might always
be so, so--

Go on! Let go!

Give me everything.

All that I have!

Everything!

Gift me your body.

[gasping]

I love you.

**

Hello, kitty.
What can I get you?

Uh, what can I get
for next to nothing?

Uh, Buffalo Burger's great.

Chili's better.

Both together
will make a happy man.

Yeah. My wife
makes a great chili.

You ain't ever had
chili like this, cutie.

I got the best chili
in the state.

I can't afford both
and gas money.

Oh, sure you can.

Just don't make a mess,
and stiff me on the tip.

Permission granted.

Wednesday: Not that
rushing into things
can't be a good thing.

[flush]

Sex rushed into

tends to work out best
for all involved.

Marriage is--
well, I grant,

may merit an extra
moment's consideration.

Oh, apologies, amigo.

Insensitive of me
to talk about marriage.

I am truly, deeply
sorry about your wife.

Nice obituary, though,
I thought.

Hmm?

Okay, I said
fuck off politely

as many ways as I'm gonna.

Now I'm fixing to be direct.

Don't you want to ask me
about the job?

I don't want
your fucking job.

Ask me about the job.

I thought you'd
want to reconsider

on account of your friend
Robbie's condition

and on account
of you being broke.

[thump]

What about his condition?

The fuck do you
know about Robbie?

More than you, it seems.

Robbie Burton is dead.
Page 7.

[door closes]

**

* My grandma and your grandma
were sitting by the fire *

* My grandma
told your grandma *

* "I'm gonna set
your flag on fire" *

- * Talkin' 'bout hey now
- * Hey now

- * Hey now
- * Hey now

* Iko iko an dey

You're right.

I'm broke.

I don't have a job.

But you know, I'm not
gonna work for anyone

who's got worse luck
than me, so call.

If I win, you work for me?

Yeah.

Heads.

Tails. I rigged the toss.

Rigged games
are the easiest to beat.

It is always
going to be tails

because I don't want
to work for you.

You're a little creepy,

and you're forward
and familiar,

and I don't like it.

I don't like you.

It's not always
going to be tails.

* See that guy
all dressed in green? *

* Iko iko an dey

* He's not a man...

We'll negotiate the terms
of your employment

over a drink.

- * Hey now
- * Hey now

* Iko iko an dey

* Jockamo feeno ah na ney

* Jockamo feena ney

[scoff] Tails.
Every fucking time.

Coin tricks, is it?

You're working
for our man, then.

Who are you?

I'm a leprechaun.

Okay, you're a little tall
for a leprechaun.

That's a stereotype

and represents a very
narrow view of the world.

So what,
you're from Ireland?

I told you
I'm a leprechaun.

We don't come
from Moscow, Russia.

Or Moscow, Idaho,
for that matter.

How much has our man told you?

No details.

Devil's in the details.

Do you know who he is?

Who he really is?

Well, I never. Mad Sweeney
as I live and breathe.

What a surprise.

Southern Comfort
and Coke for you.

Jack Daniel's for me.

And these are for you,
Shadow Moon.

What is it?

Ohh.

Tastes like prison hooch,

brewed in a garbage bag
with rotten fruit.

But sweeter, smoother,
stranger.

It's mead-- honey wine.

Drink of heroes,
drink of the gods.

Tastes like a drunken
diabetic's piss.

It's a tradition.
It seals our bargain.

We don't have a bargain.

Of course we do.
I won the toss.

You work for me now.

You're my aide-de-camp.
My castellan.

Protect and serve.

You drive where
needs driving to.

You take care of things
generally on my behalf.

And in an emergency,
and in an emergency only,

you kick the asses of those
whose asses require kicking.

And in the unlikely event
of my death,

you will hold my vigil.

He's hustling you.
He's a hustler.

Damn right I'm a hustler,
swindler, cheater, and liar.

That's why I need assistance.

Fine. You've told me
what you want,

but you want
to know what I want?

Of course I do.
Name your price.

I just want to go
to my wife's funeral.

Okay? I just
want to say goodbye.

Now after that, yeah,
fine, I'll work for you

for $2,000 a week.

You want me to hurt people?

Well,

I'll hurt people

if they try and hurt you.

I'm not gonna hurt
anyone for fun or profit.

I'll work for you
up to which point

you start to piss me off,

and then I'm gone.

Good.

We have a compact.

The second seals the deal,

the third is the charm,
and we're done.

Hmm.

[clink]

There.

You're my man now.

[chuckle] Ah.

It'll be heads.

Well, if it's coin tricks
we're doing...

watch this.

Now that's
a coin trick for you.

How'd you do it?

With panache.

So what, you loaded
coins up your sleeves?

Sounds like a lot
of work to me.

It's easier just to pluck
them out of the air.

Simplest trick in the world.

How'd you do it?

Tell you what.

I'll fight you for it.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Ahh.

Come on.

I'm not fighting you.

Real gold,
if you're wondering.

Win or lose,
and you're going to lose.

It's yours if you fight me.

He said he doesn't
want to fight you.

Come on.

Big fella like you.

Who'd have thought
you'd be a fucking coward?

[sniffing]

Whiff of death on the page.

[chuckling, snort]

Laura Moon.

Oh. Is--

Is this your
old lady's obituary?

She was a fine piece of--

Hey, everybody!

There's going to be
a lesson learned!

Watch this.

[grunt]

[panting] Atta boy.

Now you're fighting
for the joy of it,

for the sheer unholy
fucking delight of it!

Raah!

[shouting]

Raah!

Ha ha ha ha ha!

Can you feel the joy
rising in your veins

like the sap
in the springtime?

We're done.

It ain't over
till I say it is.

Raah!

**

You may have drank a lot.

Let it come back to you.

So what do you know, huh?

I know I'm in pain.

Oh. And I know
I recently said yes

to something stupid.

That may be true.

Did he teach me that trick?

You know,
I believe he did.

Don't suppose you heard him.

No such luck.

Where's my car?

Oh, I dumped it.

Red's not your color,

and don't get used to this.

You're going to be
driving Betty here

from now on.

I just thought you could
use some sleep.

It's not every day a man
gets to bury his wife.

**

I have preparations
and communications

to keep me busy enough,

after which
I will entertain myself.

Now I'll tell you this
once and once only ever.

Take all the time you need.

**

**

* Nearer my God to thee

Hello, Shadow.

It's nice to see you.

Did you escape,
or did they, uh,
they let you out?

Audrey.

Well,

not the reunion
you were hoping for.

Well, she looks pretty.

They did a hell of a job

reconstructing
her face and neck.

I think that and the coffin
just killed your savings.

All so you could have
that nice open casket,

get one last look
at her pretty face.

I'm sorry about Robbie, okay?

He was a really good friend,

and I know he loved you
like crazy.

So did Laura.

Whoa. Shit, Shadow.

No one told you?

She died with my husband's
cock in her mouth.

* My girl, my girl

* Don't lie to me

* Tell me where did you
sleep last night? *

* In the pines, in the pines

* Where the sun never shines

* We'll shiver
the whole night through *

* My daddy was
a railroad man *

* Killed a mile
and a half from here *

* His head was found

* In a driver's wheel

* His body has
never been found *

What did you do, Laura?

And what was it?

Was it a one-time thing

the night before I got back?

Ah, that's--

that's a "We're in this
together" thing.

W-Was it love? Because if you
were going to leave,

you could have just told me,
okay? I could've taken it.

You know, I had
a surprise for you.

I read when I was in.

Mainly history.

Six books a week
for three years.

813 books.

8 and 13-- Fibonacci numbers.

And I know that why?

Because four of them
were about math.

I like math. Who knew?

I just wanted to come back
better than when I went in...

for you.

I wanted to be a part
of your history.

God damn it, Laura.

[slurred speech throughout]
Two funerals in a day--

husband and best friend.

You skipped Robbie's.
That's fair.

- Audrey--
- I was yelling at mine, too.

It doesn't do any good.

It's just anger
makes you feel

like you can change
the outcome.

But there's no arguing
with dead, no debate,

because dead wins
ten out of ten.

So I pissed on him.

How long were they--

Not sure. Long time,

now that I
put things together.

Late nights,
daytime showers.

Dickless piece of shit.

That's not an epithet.
That is a literal description.

Severed at the root
in the crash.

Coroner
had the nerve to ask me

what I wanted him
to do with it.

I told him leave it
where he found it.

Relax.
They didn't bury Laura

with it still in her mouth.

I had them put it
somewhere special.

Don't listen to me, Shadow.
I lost count on the Ativan.

I'm interrupting. You were
saying your piece.

No, I'm not. People did
enough talking today.

I think someone
might've actually said

she's in a better place.

She's in Parkview Cemetery.

Target would be more
interesting than here.

If there isn't some
kind of life after death,

I'm going to be so pissed.

Kicked fucking puppy.

I hated you guys as a couple

because of this, the way
that you looked at her.

Robbie did his best
to avoid looking at me.

Get used to the boot, puppy.

There is no closure
from the dead.

Maybe, you know,
three years from now,

some therapist will tell you,
uh, to write her a letter

saying everything you wish
you could say to her

and drop it in the ocean.

And maybe it'll help.

It won't help.

I'm sorry for your loss,
Shadow.

I really am. [sob]

Anyone tell you that yet?

I'm not sure.

Anyone even hug you?

Shit. Well, you just
got out of prison.

You haven't been hugged
in how long?

I read that's a thing
with ex-cons,

forgetting what it's like
just to feel someone.

Oh, shit. You--
You worked out in prison.

[chuckle]

I have a proposal
for closure for us both.

- Audrey--
- No, no.

Hear me out.
This is a good one.

Lex talionis.

An eye for an eye,
blow job for a blow job,

right here where they
can see us.

I appreciate the offer,
but--

My husband and your wife--

my best friend--

I want them to see it.

I want Robbie to watch

while I take this gorgeous
man's cock in my mouth.

Pissing on him wasn't enough.

I want you
to come in my mouth,

I'm going to spit it
on his grave.

Jesus, who knew
I could be so angry?

No, no, no, no. Stop.

Stop, stop, stop, stop.

You're right.
Fuck me already.

Oh. Don't, Audrey.

Audrey, don't.
I can't do this.

I am trying to get
my dignity back here!

Look, hold on.

Wait. Audrey!

[sobbing]

[insect wings fluttering]

[fluttering stops]

Hello, Shadow.

Don't fuck with me.

Okay. I won't.

Uh, but if you
could just drop me off

- at the Motel America--
- Hit him.

See, I said
don't fuck with me.

Now that, that was
fucking with me.

Keep your answers
short and to the point,

or I will fucking kill you,

or maybe I won't.

Maybe I'll just have
The Children here

break every bone
in your fucking body.

So don't fuck with me.

Got it.

You're working for Wednesday.

Yeah.

- Smoke?
- No, thank you.

[coughing]

Well, it's not tobacco,
and it ain't weed.

Smells like an appliance fire.

Synthetic toad skins.

Hmm.

What the fuck
is Wednesday after?

What's he doing here?
There's got to be a plan.

What's the game plan, man?

I started working for
Mr. Wednesday this morning.

How auspicious.
You must be special.

No, I'm just an errand boy.

Is that all?

[coughing]

Wednesday is history.

Forgotten and... old.

He should just let it happen.

We are the future, and we
don't give a fuck about him

or anyone else
like him anymore.

They are consigned
to the dumpster.

Now we have
reprogrammed reality.

Language is a virus.

Religion, an operating system,

and prayers are just
so much fucking spam.

Okay, w-well, y-you're
saying all this

like I'm supposed to know

what the fuck
you're talking about.

The dominant fucking
paradigm, Shadow.

That is the only
important thing.

Oh, by the way, I was sorry
to hear about your wife.

Tough break.

Thanks.

So I will ask again.

What is it Wednesday is up to?

We barely exchanged
a dozen words.

But you can let me out
here and then I'll walk
the rest of the way.

You're saying
that you don't know?

Telling you I don't know.

Would you tell me
even if you did?

Probably not.

As you say, I work
for Mr. Wednesday.

Well, then why the fuck
am I wasting my time

sitting here talking to you?

You know, I was curious myself

how long you would go on
sucking your own dick.

Kill him.

We're not just going
to kill you, Shadow.

We're going to delete you.

One click, and you
are overwritten.

Undelete--

that is not an option.

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Aah!

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