Chaosdate – R – This Is A Shitty Subtitle

Clyde: So, are you gonna fuck her yet?
Masamba: Dude! She’s like my sister.
Cassandra: No, I don’t think he means it in that sexual way, I think the trus-
Clyde (to Masamba): Listen to Red, you don’t have friends!
Cassandra: I can speak for myself, ingrate.
Clyde: Ingrate?
Cassandra: He was going to erase us both if it wasn’t for me?
Clyde: Bullshit! He can’t-
Clyde (quietly): You know he can’t do th-
Cassandra: Oh, you don’t think so? Should we put this to tes-
Masamba: Shut! Up! Shut! Up!
Masamba: ‘Sides, she’s marrying that ‘mo, anyway.
Clyde: Oh, he’s a ‘mo, Missus Filed-For-Seperation
Cassandra: The bastard never listened! Don’t hold this agains-
Masamba: I THOUGHT I SAID QUIET!

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Masamba: What do you mean, I don’t have friends

Clyde: Well. I’m just saying. You know. (looks at Cassandra).
Cassandra: Oh, you got yourself into this, you can-
Clyde: What?! It was your point! The whole fact that he doesn’t ha- uh…

Masamba: Say it, Say I don’t have real friends.

Clyde: You, uh…
Cassandra (looks back and forth): He’s right, outside of us you don’t have any real friends.
Masamba: And?

Cassandra: Well, it might help you to feel better if you ha-
Clyde: Oh, hell, Ghandi, don’t lissen to her, that wasn’t my point!
Cassandra: Oh?
Masamba (to self): “Ghandi?”
Clyde: Yeah, listen, Spikes, fuck everyone else! Don’t let the bitch-
Cassandra: Excu-
Clyde: Don’t let the bitch hold you back. Don’t let anyone hold you back!
Cassandra: Oh, friendship with real people is much better than any sort of psychotic relantionship with fake personas made only to make you feel better?
Masamba: I can hear you both you know.
Cassandra: U-
Clyde: Wait, I thought we were real.
Cassandra: Like his subconcious and weakened mental state couldn’t delve into madness without us?
Clyde: Well, he might already be mad, what with the alleged Peter, and whether or not he was really there. Let alone presented to us by our mom only to be conveniently erased before he was given a cha-
Masamba: HEY, SHUT UP! FOR REAL!

Fire.
Camp fire.
It smells nice.
And I killed it, whatever it was (I think it was a bear).
I pretend it’s Clyde.
It’s nice. Just me, sustenance.
Cassandra: You know, you didn’t really kill Cl-
JUST EATING A BEAR.
FUCK.
Another Masamba: WHEN DID i EVER THINK THIS A GOOD IDEA?
Masamba: i DON’T KNOW IF i DID!
Another Masamba: HAAAAAA!
Masamba: HAAAAA-
Another Masamba (continued): -AAAAAA…
Masamba (continued): -AAAAAA…

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Later…

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Masamba: AAAAAAAA…
Another Masamba: AAAAAAAA…