(Nick answers door)
Nick: Oh my God, how many times are you going to knock on this door. Do you want me to shoot you in the face
Joe: Hey, I am tired of you slamming the door in my face. You know what. I think Dante won't mind if I kill someone
Nick: Wait what
(Joe pulls out a spiked mace and slams it on the ground)
Nick: Oh shit (Slams door)
Cody: Huh. Who was that
Nick: Cody, where's Alice and Cory
Cody: Cory went to a football game and Alice is at the gun store buying more ammo
Nick: Then it's just us. Go grab the Guitar Axe and Kodama
Cody: Wait, wh-
(Joe breaks door down)
Cody: I'll go get them (Runs off)
Joe: (Swings mace)
Nick: (Ducks under mace)
Joe: (Swings again)
Nick: (Dodges)
Cody: Nick (Throws Kodama) (Kodama only goes three feet)
Nick: Wonderful fucking throw, Cody
Cody: I can't throw well under pressure
Nick: (Runs to sword and picks it up)
Cody: (Swings Guitar Axe)
Joe: (Blocks it and throws Cody out of the way)
Nick: (Swings Kodama)
Joe: (Blocks) Did you think that would work
Nick: No, but this will
Joe: What wi- (Cody swins Axe and cuts through Joe's head and goes down to his abdomine)
Cody: Oh shit. That's brutal
Nick: The brutaler the better, I say
(Joe's phone rings
Nick: (Answers phone) (Mimicks Joes voice) Yes
Samantha: Hey, Joe. I'm, like, at the bar killing a few people and taking there souls. You should, like, get over here so we can get this over with quicker. Okay, bye (Hangs up)
Nick: Cody, get the firearms. Were going to the bar
(Cody stops car)
Nick: (On phone) Okay. Thanks Alice... What? In public..... Okay.... I love you too. Bye (Hangs up)
Cody: Nick, why are we at the bar
Nick: ....... Did you honestly just ask that question. You know I always come here (Dials number) Hey Cory, meet us back at the house. We got problems..... Okay, see you later (Hangs up) Okay. Lets see who's inside (Opens door) (Sees dead bodies everywhere)
Samantha: Hey, your not Joe
Nick: No, I'm Nick, the guy who is going to kill you because you were helping Joe, and I hate people who help people that try to kill me
Samantha: Um..... Okay then.... So, should we like, kill each other now
Nick: Pretty much
Samantha: Okay then (Pulls out black revolvers and begins shooting)
Nick: Damn (Takes cover)
Cody: (Takes cover) So, what's the plan
Nick: Simple. Run around and shoot her
Cody: That's it
Nick: Trust me. It will work (Jumps out from cover and begins shooting)
(Stare at Samantha's bullet filled body)
Cody: I really didn't think that would work at first
Nick: told you (Buzzing sound) What's that
Cody: (Looks through Samantha's pockets and pulls out a cell phone) It's a text message..... Samantha.... Curse this confernal contraption. I am still trying to understand how it works. Anyway, I have all the souls I need. Come to Central Park tonight at midnight. The ritual will begin there.
Nick; My God, the hipsters are harvesting souls
Cody: Nick. I think this is something worse then hipsters
Nick: (Stares at Cody) Cody, you must have serious brain damgae to think that there is something worse then a hipster. Lets just head to the house and talk over the plan. I want to tearthis douchebag apart
To Be Continued
Nick: Oh my God, how many times are you going to knock on this door. Do you want me to shoot you in the face
Joe: Hey, I am tired of you slamming the door in my face. You know what. I think Dante won't mind if I kill someone
Nick: Wait what
(Joe pulls out a spiked mace and slams it on the ground)
Nick: Oh shit (Slams door)
Cody: Huh. Who was that
Nick: Cody, where's Alice and Cory
Cody: Cory went to a football game and Alice is at the gun store buying more ammo
Nick: Then it's just us. Go grab the Guitar Axe and Kodama
Cody: Wait, wh-
(Joe breaks door down)
Cody: I'll go get them (Runs off)
Joe: (Swings mace)
Nick: (Ducks under mace)
Joe: (Swings again)
Nick: (Dodges)
Cody: Nick (Throws Kodama) (Kodama only goes three feet)
Nick: Wonderful fucking throw, Cody
Cody: I can't throw well under pressure
Nick: (Runs to sword and picks it up)
Cody: (Swings Guitar Axe)
Joe: (Blocks it and throws Cody out of the way)
Nick: (Swings Kodama)
Joe: (Blocks) Did you think that would work
Nick: No, but this will
Joe: What wi- (Cody swins Axe and cuts through Joe's head and goes down to his abdomine)
Cody: Oh shit. That's brutal
Nick: The brutaler the better, I say
(Joe's phone rings
Nick: (Answers phone) (Mimicks Joes voice) Yes
Samantha: Hey, Joe. I'm, like, at the bar killing a few people and taking there souls. You should, like, get over here so we can get this over with quicker. Okay, bye (Hangs up)
Nick: Cody, get the firearms. Were going to the bar
(Cody stops car)
Nick: (On phone) Okay. Thanks Alice... What? In public..... Okay.... I love you too. Bye (Hangs up)
Cody: Nick, why are we at the bar
Nick: ....... Did you honestly just ask that question. You know I always come here (Dials number) Hey Cory, meet us back at the house. We got problems..... Okay, see you later (Hangs up) Okay. Lets see who's inside (Opens door) (Sees dead bodies everywhere)
Samantha: Hey, your not Joe
Nick: No, I'm Nick, the guy who is going to kill you because you were helping Joe, and I hate people who help people that try to kill me
Samantha: Um..... Okay then.... So, should we like, kill each other now
Nick: Pretty much
Samantha: Okay then (Pulls out black revolvers and begins shooting)
Nick: Damn (Takes cover)
Cody: (Takes cover) So, what's the plan
Nick: Simple. Run around and shoot her
Cody: That's it
Nick: Trust me. It will work (Jumps out from cover and begins shooting)
(Stare at Samantha's bullet filled body)
Cody: I really didn't think that would work at first
Nick: told you (Buzzing sound) What's that
Cody: (Looks through Samantha's pockets and pulls out a cell phone) It's a text message..... Samantha.... Curse this confernal contraption. I am still trying to understand how it works. Anyway, I have all the souls I need. Come to Central Park tonight at midnight. The ritual will begin there.
Nick; My God, the hipsters are harvesting souls
Cody: Nick. I think this is something worse then hipsters
Nick: (Stares at Cody) Cody, you must have serious brain damgae to think that there is something worse then a hipster. Lets just head to the house and talk over the plan. I want to tearthis douchebag apart
To Be Continued