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♪ Ring around the rosie

♪ A pocket full of posies

♪ Ashes, ashes

♪ We all fall down

♪ Ring around the rosie

♪ A pocket full of posies

♪ Ashes, ashes

♪ We all fall down

♪ Ring around the rosie

♪ A pocket full of posies

♪ Ashes, ashes

♪ We all fall down

♪ Ring around the rosie

Hey, Sarah, look at this.

Cool!

Mom, are you okay?

Oh. Oh, I must have dozed off.

No one come in?

It’s been quiet.

I don’t know how we makin’ it.

Oh, Daddy left us some money.

You were dreaming about Daddy.

I don’t remember my dreams.

Well, for those of you who just came to...

welcome to the Doom Room, boys and girls

and, uh, whatever else is sitting out there in the dark

lying to itself.

Our matinee today is top-notch--

Kabuki Skin Crawl.

But, I hasten to add,

that what you will see here this afternoon,

though shocking,

is not just some jaded exhibition,

but is based in

science!

What the hell do you want? What do you got?

What do you want? Leave us alone.

I can’t do that. We’re the youth of America,

endeavoring against insurmountable odds

to eek out a living.

Let’s just get on with it, okay?

Boxx.

Which one of you guys is older?

Hey! He asked you a fuckin’ question, wrinkles!

I’m older.

Really? That’s nasty.

You’re a little liar, aren’t you?

Stay still.

What are you-- Hey, wrinks, we’re workin' here.

These are our fuckin’ office hours. You wanna hold it down?

Hey, we’re just here for the red, Boxx.

We’re just here for the red.

Just the red.

It’s gonna heal, okay?

I hope you animals die!

Yeah, that’d be nice.

The death toll in the U.S. alone

from months of terrorist Blizz attacks is now officially over nine million,

and seven American cities including New York and Los Angeles

remain destroyed by the war.

In local news, murder statistics in Muskeet

have officials more concerned than ever.

This week alone,

there have been reported 57 murders and 80 rapes,

and Chief of Police Harris advises citizens to...

Should burn it to the ground.

...saying despite law enforcement efforts, Muskeet gets worse every day.

Anyone stupid enough to go there is askin’ for it.

Tell me again how it was with Daddy.

You must be tired of that by now.

I wasn’t born yet when he went off to fight.

Only Anna was.

He knew your soul...

the sweet girl that you’d be.

He sang to me when I was inside you?

Every day.

♪ Rock-a-bye Peggy

♪ On the treetop

♪ When the wind blows the--

Kate...

It’s Gerri.

Please, I ’m hungry.

Customers do not want to see you.

Just stay away!

Gerri!

It’s Peggy.

You were always the good one.

I gotta go.

Where you been?

Oh, I just went to get some air.

Can I bring you anything while you decide?

How are your lubricants prepared?

We’ll have four coffees.

Black.

And we’ll, uh, try to hold it down.

You can try to hold it down, but you know that I’ll win.

Today’s special is burgers, and, um, the pie is fresh.

Pie? Does it come with a kitty and a grandma we can torture?

We don’t eat pie. We fuckin’ despise pie.

We want meat.

Big, nasty pieces of meat. Right, Celia?

The bigger the better. Mmm.

Like I said, the burgers-- We’ll have the works all around.

All right. I’ll get your coffees and put in your order.

We’re gonna need a couple pounds of ice, angel.

Crushed.

Sure.

We gotta get there, Jak. They’re waiting and they're gonna buy from somebody else.

It’s gonna hold. We got ice. It’s gonna hold.

I’m gonna go take a piss.

Can you fuckin’ believe this?

Have you tried these goggles on?

Where’s my pie, bitch?

Did you make these?

The pies?

My mother made them.

Pie isn’t very popular at your table.

Totally!

Yeah.

My friends are malcontents.

They say pain transforms the sensitive into cynics.

I read that somewhere.

What’s your name?

Peggy.

Do you ever get out of here?

Do you ever go anywhere...

or is this, like, your existential moat?

Your ark?

No.

How old are you?

I’m almost 17.

Do you have a boyfriend?

Don’t you wanna see the world?

My mother says that there isn’t much left of the world.

Well, there’s plenty left if you know where to go.

Is that her?

I don’t think my mom likes

you and your friends in here.

Beautiful.

You’re pretty.

I bet everybody tells you that.

Stop!

I might be in your neighborhood tonight. I don’t sleep a lot.

My mind kind of has a mind of its own.

Yeah?

Yeah. I, uh, usually go out around midnight.

I take in the devastation.

Maybe I’ll see you around, Peggy.

You have a girlfriend.

Her?

She’s just something to scribble on.

You...

are something

I haven’t seen in a long time.

Jak!

What did he want?

Just to talk.

About what?

Pie.

Look at them.

No respect for anything.

They just want something to eat like everyone else.

He was nice.

Celia, shut up.

Boxx, will you please tell her to shut up?

We’re closing early.

No charge for the coffee.

We didn’t get our burgers.

We want our food.

Sorry.

You’re not sorry.

I want you all out of here.

What’s eating you?

She’s a bitch.

Cunt!

Shut up, Celia.

We don’t eat where we’re not welcome.

Hey, bitch cunt. Is that your daughter?

Shut up. You shut up.

Is that your daughter?

I feel sorry for her.

You’ve got somethin' ugly inside of you, and it wants out.

I don’t wanna be around when it starts hissing.

You fuckin’ skank.

We don’t wanna be here anyway.

Screw you, little sweetie.

Who the fuck are you?

Fuck this place! Whoo!

They’re from Muskeet. I could smell it on them.

They weren’t hurting anyone, Mother.

They came to exploit us, to exploit you.

He was being friendly.

It was a trick.

Everything people in Muskeet do is a goddamn trick.

I’m not losing another daughter.

I have to grow up sometime.

What you have to do is make your father and sister proud.

Be what they can’t be since the world murdered them.

You are the future of our family.

All that we have left.

Is it obscene,

or is it science?

Poetry

or pornography?

You’ll have to be the judge.

Come on. Take a stand for once in your

vacuous, insufferable lives.

The act you will see in a few moments

is not an offering of mere sensation,

but a bona fide, scientific

"demon-stration."

Not for the faint of heart, nor the weak of will.

Let me caution those of you whose nerves are not what they used to be...

Get the fuck out now!

No!

Come on! Let’s go!

Pie this good, you’re askin' for trouble, angel.

What are you doing in here?

Short-circuiting tragedy.

The world has big teeth.

It eats girls like you for kicks

if somebody’s not looking out for ’em.

Suppose that bathroom window didn’t shut like it should.

Anybody could just bust in.

And you came to fix it?

I came for the pies.

Well, you can’t be in here. We’re closed.

Maybe you just look that way.

You never told me your name.

Jak.

With no "C."

Well, where’d it go? You have to have a "C."

What’ll you do if you have to say "cat"

or "California"?

There is no more California.

Haven’t you heard?

I heard.

Come here.

I’m not gonna hurt you. Come here.

It’s my sister Anna's.

I don’t usually wear lipstick.

So... do you always come out after dark?

You gotta go after it...

or it’ll come after you.

I like that.

So, what do you do?

There is nothing to do.

Did your mother tell you that?

I’ve heard it around.

You don’t even know what "around" is, do you?

Not exactly.

Did you tell me that you’d be around tonight

so I’d come here and you could hurt me?

Maybe I hoped you could take away my hurt.

They say everybody gets what they deserve.

Well, I hope they’re right.

Come on. Come on.

Aren’t you tots out a little late? Not yet.

Mommy let you out?

Jak, I should go home.

Don’t you want to get out?

I shouldn’t even be out. My mom will be worried sick.

We got places to be, Jak.

Things to sell, Jak.

I’m not gonna let anything happen to you

except what you want.

Yahoo!

♪ I wanna ride

♪ With my twisty

♪ Curvy baby

♪ By my side

♪ As we...

♪ As we whiz along the highway ♪

♪ We’ll hug and snuggle ♪

♪ Have a little struggle

"Struggle. Noun. Act of promiscuous love play.

Usage evolved during World War III."

Personally recommended.

You can have your walking under moonlight beams.

At a hundred miles an hour, let me dream my fuckin’ dreams!

Owwww!

Shh...

Feels good, doesn’t it? It’s all right.

It’s all right.

Now...

yes.

Snacks, anyone?

What is it?

It’s what's inside your head, angel.

It lets it come out and play.

♪ Ring around the rosie

♪ A pocket full of posies

Girls, you’re making a mess.

You’re ruining the backyard.

I wanna get this close-up. Try it again, shall we?

You’re seven years old today.

Isn’t that right, Peg? Peggy.

Not Peg.

Peggy.

Anna!

You would have let Peggy do it.

It’s Peggy's birthday. You wouldn’t have let me do it even if it was my birthday.

I wish Daddy were here. He’d be on my side.

Your sister is tired of your complaining.

What’s wrong with the sky?

It’s Blizz! It’s Blizz!

Everybody, take cover! Take cover!

Aah! Mom!

Oh, no!

Get it off of me!

Kate!

It’s okay! It's okay! We’re safe! We're safe!

Let us in!

What are you doing, Kate? Just let us in!

I can’t!

If they let it in, it’ll kill us!

It’ll kill us if it gets near!

We’re safe. We're safe.

We’re safe.

Ooh!

I think I feel somethin’ comin’ up the stairs

into my fuckin’ brain!

How long was I out?

A few minutes.

You go somewhere good?

I saw bad things.

They dropped Blizz at my birthday when I was seven

and I watched my friends burn to death.

I lost my folks to Blizz.

My brother and my sister.

Blizz got a lot of people.

Hey, Jak,

you gotta teach the debutante how to muscle-tussle.

"Muscle-tussle." Noun.

"Slang term used to describe the injection of a drug

into a muscle."

"Usage evolved during World War III."

That was one busy motherfuckin’ war!

Ever see the Loopys dance, Bambi? Shut up, Celia.

Oh, I’ve got to show that to Bambi, give her a little thrill.

Jak, I wanna go home. Well, we all do!

Whoo! Be a beast, beast!

Beast, beast, beast to me!

Peggy?

Peggy?

Liar!

They got to you! They got to you!

What’s that smell?

Muskeet.

I’ve been gone way too long. I don’t know what I'm gonna tell my mom.

I don’t know.

That you had the best time of your life?

I like you.

Yeah, what do you like?

Everything.

Everything?

So, where we going?

Doom Room.

Do a little business, have a little fun.

I wanna fuck her.

Get the fuck away!

I’m okay.

I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.

Except what I want.

Except what you want.

...and the controversy over L.U.P.s,

commonly referred to as Loopys, has now reached the Supreme Court

which will decide the fate of the phenomenon which has horrified and fascinated--

Hurt me.

That was our house band, folks.

Let ’em know you care by putting your hands together.

Ha! Like you’re swatting something small and helpless.

Yeah.

Well, tonight’s main course is on the plate

and almost ready to eat, kiddies.

Are we hungry?

Yeah!

Yeah?

Shut up!

Shut up! Shut up, you!

You! All of you!

Gracias, amiga.

Well, since we run an upscale establishment...

management has requested no guns, no meaningful conversation...

...and no self-surgery during the show.

Now, as for legal details,

since you ask,

let’s cut to the fine print quickly, shall we?

In 2008, a clause in the postwar law

allowed for an L.U.P. performance

provided it was orally prefaced as a scientific exposition.

Hence my "oral preface".

Wanna see it, again?

Yeah, you do. Yeah, you do!

Well, and where are these lovely folks from? Hmm?

Your ass.

Oh...

You’re funny.

That’ll destroy you someday. Trust me.

Enjoy the show!

Boxx and I gotta go talk to this guy.

All right? I’ll be back in a minute.

They say this is totally sick.

What? What is it?

It’s what happens to people like me.

Back off, asshole!

Back off! You want it, cocksucker? You want it?

The materials you brought earlier were inferior.

What are you talkin’ about? It was solid red.

That shit was one step away from water.

How old were they? 100 years?

This stuff is good.

You understand that I do not covet

some impossible standard here.

Only a quality level which will engender a performance

that does not insult myself or my patrons.

Uh--

Not finished.

As we all agree...

fresh plasma engenders

and reinvigorates the drama of the performance.

And my patrons appreciate that.

Look, we were after the highest quality stuff.

Okay?

We try.

But nothing on the street is consistent.

Change streets, honey.

The stuff we got is good. We put it on ice.

We did the whole deal. It’s gonna do the trick.

Well, maybe yes, maybe no.

I’ll incorporate what you procured in the next show.

And if the quality is sufficient,

then we will arrive at an equitable fee.

If not...

I’ll pour the rest down your fuckin’ throats like they were toilets.

Enjoy the show, boys.

You like that, don’t you?

Hey, the table only seats four, man.

So leave, fuckhead!

You okay?

Orange swamps. Straight up. All around.

Come on! We’ve been waiting long enough!

When does this goddamned wound open up?

Well, well, well.

All ghastly things come to those who wait,

and the time has come.

Who’s ready for the show?

Who wants to behold the miraculous,

obscene phenomenon of our times?

Hands!

Who wants to see the L.U.P.?

Come on, kiddies!

Say it with me.

We wanna see the L.U.P.

We wanna see the L.U.P.!

We wanna see the L.U.P.!

We wanna see the L.U.P.!

We wanna see the L.U.P.! We wanna see the L.U.P.!

Ladies and gentlemen, brace yourselves.

The L.U.P. phenomenon is here right now!

The Loopys are in the house!

Please, Jak, can we leave?

Just watch, okay? We gotta watch the end of the show.

This freak

of physiological abnormality

was first discovered during the war

when, following certain chemical attacks,

many of the dead troops were found standing...

...erect... performing the spasmodic gyrations

which later became affectionately known

as the Loopys dance.

Some of them even continued to fight.

And that, my friends,

is fucking patriotism.

The chemical response was later distilled

and is now used in carefully conducted scientific experiments

under the strictest of legal

supervision.

Well, almost.

Ladies and gentlemen...

I give you the dance of death.

He’ll pay! She’s on fuckin' fire, man!

Well, how did you like our first dancer, hmm?

Make you want to consider a career in, hmm, science?

Yeah!

Oh, you just can’t get enough of the L.U.P.s, can you?

Nah, nothin’ like a little

lifeless undeath phenomenon to liven things up

in a dull fuckin’ nowhere town.

Well, we’ve got more

icky, spasmodic surprises in store.

It’s time to welcome our next dancer, a girl who just

loves the limelight.

Make her feel welcome, and maybe she’ll return

the empty gesture by dancing her jellied heart out.

What it it?

Oh, my God, it’s her!

Oh, my God! Anna!

Anna!

Anna! Oh, my God!

Anna!

We have to get out! We have to get out now!

She’s my sister! Really?

We have to go now! I don’t fucking care.

I want my money. She’s my fucking sister!

I want my money!

Give me the fuckin’ gun, Boxx. That’s not her fucking sister, man.

She’s wasted. She’s seein' shit. Give me the goddamn gun, Boxx!

There’s nowhere to go. Shut the fuck up! Give me the gun!

You’re fucking dead! Fuck you, Jak!

Get out of the fucking way!

Back up!

Back the fuck up! Get the fuck out of the way!

Get out of the fuckin’ way!

Get the fuck out of my way!

Get the fuck back!

Back up!

Back fuckin’ up! Now!

Peggy!

What are you doing here?

Looking for you.

I found her, Mom. I found Anna.

Jak!

Where you goin’ with my dancer, Jak?

Your dancer? She’s my sister!

How the hell did she get here? What is she doing here? Not much.

She’s dead.

In a freezer all day.

Brrr!

I take her out, I shoot her up,

she dances a little, I sell some tickets,

I pay the rent. And now...

I’ll take her back. She’s mine.

Stay out of it, Jakie. Too late.

She is not your property.

Really?

I paid for her.

Ask your mommy.

What?

What’s he talking about?

What is he talking about?

Tell her. It’s a heartwarming story, Ma.

Let’s go. Let's go before things get worse!

She’s not alive. Let him have her!

A story brimming with loyalty

and commitment and a mother’s undying love.

Shoot him!

I want to hear the story.

No. No, please.

Please, no.

Let’s see.

I think...

it went something like this.

Your mother was sick and tired of coming

to my club every weekend

to fetch your strung-out sister.

You son of a bitch!

And when sis O.D.’d...

...Mom here decided

just to leave her to me.

No fuss, no muss.

And as I recall,

she was still alive.

Stop.

Stop.

How much did I pay you for her?

I forget.

I usually pay by the pound,

but she was such a sweet, pretty, little thing.

Peggy...

Peggy...

When...

When Daddy...

When Daddy died...

...we had nothing.

Ohhh...

She was...

She was always in trouble.

She was half dead.

You... you sold her.

We had nothing.

Well, this has been festive and touching,

but I have a club to run.

And I’ve already had one show fucked today.

You owe me.

Fuck you.

Oh... promises, promises.

I’ll make it right.

I’m all alone now.

You don’t have to be.

For those of you who’ve never had standards

or a fucking heart, the Doom Room welcomes you.

And tonight

we have something very, very special.

So cover the kids’ ears

and drug the dog till he can’t fight back

’cause tonight's dancer has a whole lot of shakin’ goin' on,

and we don’t want anyone to get hurt.

Proving that death is just an ugly rumor,

and I do mean ugly...

...ladies and gentlemen,

I give you

the dance of the dead.

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