Dr. McKennen to the O.R. post-op. Dr. McKennen to the O.R. post-op.
Mom! Mom!
Somebody help us!
Telephone, Master.
Talk to me.
Kyle is calling, Master.
Hellooo! I know you're there, dude!
Hey, sausage dick, man - listen up!
"Brainscan. The ultimate experience
in interactive terror."
"Brainscan is not for the squeamish."
Well, Kyle, what's the problem, man?
This one will scare the hell out of ya. Here, here, here!
It's hot new stuff!
Braaainscan!
Uhm, here it is, here it is...
"Choose from Chainsaw Dismemberment, Nightmare Eight..."
Da, da, da...
"Satisfy your sickest fantasies."
Far out, man!
It's just an ad, birdbrain. Just hype.
Remember Gore Beast? Trash.
Hey, man, it's, it's interactive CD-ROM.
Here... you gotta look at the ad at least, man. It's in Fangoria.
You know, the one with the, uh, with the popping eyeballs on the cover.
All right, where is it? Here. Here. Um...
"We dare you to participate in the most frightening
experience available on this planet."
"State of the art, run amuck."
"Unleash the dark side of your soul."
"Enter a game that feels more real than reality."
It's interactive, dude. You're in the game, man.
You're in control. Say no more, man.
I can't even believe that I'm sitting here telling you about this game.
Don't you subscribe to Fangoria? It's in the one with the bulging eyeballs...
Dude? Hello?
Michael. Michael.
Hellooo!
How's Kimberly lookin' tonight?
- What do you mean? - You watchin' her again?
Can you see her tits, man? Talk to me, man.
You better make your move soon, cause I hear
some no-neck jock is about to make his.
- I'll get around to it. - What are you afraid of, man?
Thanks, Kyle. Bye, Kyle.
- Buddies forever? - Buddies forever.
I'll talk to you tomorrow. Later.
Michael, you're one sick puppy.
Igor.
- Yes, Master. - Dial Kimberly.
Later.
- Igor, dial 1-800-555-FEAR. - Yes, Master.
Hello, you've reached Brainscan.
Uh, my name is Michael Brower. You can reach me at 717--
Hello, Michael.
I'm sorry. I thought you were a machine.
- How can I assist you? - I read your ad in Fango
and I just wanted to find out, what's the big deal?
It's the most frightening experience you'll ever have the displeasure
- of coming into contact with. - Sure it is. Look, I've played 'em all.
Brainscan's more than just a game.
Yeah, right. Well... What's it about?
That depends on the individual. What makes Brainscan unique
is that it interfaces with your subconscious.
You supply the inspiration, and we take care of the rest.
Look, R2-D2, how do you really expect me to believe--
Let us worry about the details, Michael. It's too late for that. It's been decided
you'll play Death by Design. The first installment will arrive soon.
Enjoy the ride.
- Igor. Redial. - Yes, Master.
Oh, man.
This is really disappointing, Kyle.
Dude, man, it's not that bad.
When--when does he eat her gallbladder?
It's right now.
Look. She's freakin' out.
What exactly was that, Mr. Brower?
A gallbladder, sir.
My office. Now.
A gallbladder.
The activities period was created for intellectual enrichment.
Which is why I have such a problem with this horror club of yours.
What was that film you were watching?
- Death, Death, Death. - "Death, Death, Death."
- Part Two. - Oh, Lord!
Don't you see? Senseless violence is not entertainment.
What is it, then?
Why? Why do you watch these films?
- Really? - Yeah, yeah. Help me understand.
I guess it's kind of an escape.
Like, uh... like lighting up a marijuana cigarette
and escaping the real world, hmm?
Like watching a pornographic sex film, getting an erection
and raping someone? Is that what you mean?
You know, I don't think erections rape people.
People rape people.
Consider the horror club banned.
- Hey. - Banned!
You will bring me the next videotape or video game you plan to show.
I will watch it. If I can stand it, and if I approve,
you will be allowed to show it.
Until that time, the club is canceled.
Don't let me detain you, Mr. Brower.
You live around here, kid?
I live... I live about three blocks down.
- These people friends of yours? - No, sir.
Well this is none of your business then, is it?
Go home. Do your homework.
Go.
My father. My father. My father.
I didn't order this.
Hello, Michael, uh, it's Dad. I-I guess you know that.
Well, just callin' to say hello.
- So, how are you getting along? - Okay, I guess.
- How's school? - Don't ask.
I really hate these machines.
Business is going well here.
I wish you were here with me to see all the new equipment.
Um, I'll be back in a few days. I know I said it would be sooner,
but I'm sorry. And, uh, I love you, Mike.
- Igor, dial 1-800-555-FEAR. - Yes, Master.
And Igor, no calls.
Master is busy. Master is busy.
Kimmy?
Come on. What are you doing?
- I'll be right there. - Well, hurry.
Listen carefully: For the next two hours
you're going to experience Mind Program Entry,
that's a powerful force not unlike hypnosis,
transmitted through the television blanking signal.
It's going to alter your reality.
- Who the hell are you? - Take this seriously, Michael.
You'll be watching a brutal murder through the eyes of a killer,
and you'll affect his actions. It won't be pretty.
- No kidding! - There is one limitation:
You must stalk and kill within the time limit of the program.
- Like a video game, right? - Video games are ancient history.
This is the first disc in a series of four. If time runs out
you'll not be allowed to play the next disc.
That could be extremely dangerous. Do not let that happen!
One final detail: You must think like a killer.
Cover up any clues. Leave no witnesses, no evidence.
And most importantly: Enjoy the fear!
Wait a minute.
Well, let's party.
The gate. The gate.
On the right.
That's it, that's it. Inside.
Choose one.
Upstairs.
Ah.
Bingo!
Do it.
Do it!
What are you waiting for?
Make sure he's dead.
Good.
A little creativity.
Excellent.
You got what you came for.
Be sure you put it in a safe place.
Oh, my god.
Oh, man! Oh, man!
Oh, that was... That was intense.
That was insane.
Far out.
Oh, man!
I kicked ass with time to spare.
All right. Try that.
How 'bout that? Huh? How 'bout that?
It was so real!
But, man, what happened? What's the plot?
Just forget the plot, man. I don't remember any story.
All I remember is, there was all this blood.
And, you know, like, my hands were shaking, too.
It was... it was sick!
See? I told you, man. I told you it'd blow your mind.
Yeah, man. Kyle, you know what, you were right.
The feeling, I... I loved it, man!
So, you got it on you?
- Patience, Kyle. - No, man!
If it's as good as you say...
I know, I just wanna play it a couple of more times,
and then I promise, you'll get it.
- Hey! - What the hell were their problem?
Jerks.
Buddies forever?
Forever.
Igor.
Yes, Master.
Dial 1-800-555-FEAR.
What the hell?
Shit!
Hey, Mr. Keller. Can I come in and speak with Kimberly for a moment, please?
- Come in. - Alright, thanks.
Kim! Somebody to see you.
Hi.
- He came to see Kim. - Oh, really?
...nearly four times the amount of aid the President wants Congress to approve.
And in local news, there was a grisly murder in the quiet surburban town
of Mountview today. Late this afternoon, the body of 42-year-old
William Tebbs, was discovered in the bedroom of his home,
- located in an exclusive West Side - Poor man.
- of Mountview. Tebbs was brutally stabbed. - So it happened near here.
Local police conducted a thorough search of the area.
- An intensive house-to-house investigation - Jesus.
- is now under way. Police are asking - Oh my God.
for the cooperation of local residents.
Did you say something?
Listen, uh...
Can you tell Kim that I'll stop by later?
I have to go.
Sorry.
...and that's when police discovered his mutilated body.
...police conducted a thorough search of the area in hopes of finding
the murder weapon. But so far, it has not been found.
It can't be. Can't be.
...Tebb's foot was severed from his body. It, too, has yet to be found.
Police say they have no leads on any suspects in connection
with Tebb's gruesome murder.
Mountview has never been touched by such a tragedy as this.
Now come the questions of who and why.
Hey, kid.
You following me?
I... Listen, I can explain.
Explain what?
You don't have to explain anything.
Or do you?
You're inside a police line.
Now this is the second time I'm telling you: Go home.
Go!
Be sure you put it in a safe place.
I'm sorry, sir, there's no such number listed.
- That's impossible! - I'm sorry, sir.
You have a call, Master.
Hello, Michael.
You fucker! Who are you? What did you do?
If I were you, I would address that question to myself.
Okay, who killed that man, and what's happened?
You were there, Michael. You know exactly what you did.
Please allow me to introduce myself.
My name is Trickster.
Where were we?
Yes...
You may not remember the details, my boy,
but I am positive you remember you controlled the disc.
You controlled what happened.
What?
So you take responsibility.
How did you get in here?
You invited me in.
That's how it always works.
Michael...
Don't you have anything good?
Never leave home without it.
From the top of the charts...
...to a space in your heart.
Stop that! Stop it!
Knock it off!
So you did it.
Who killed that man? What was on that disc?
The murder. What else?
You know, for a minute there, I didn't think you'd go through with it.
When he got up and started dancing around the room...
Classic.
How do you know?
I was there when you cut off his foot. It was art. It was magic.
It wasn't supposed to be real!
Real. Unreal. What's the difference?
So long as you don't get caught.
There's a difference, okay? There's a big difference!
This doesn't make any sense!
It doesn't have to make sense.
All these horror movies you watch...
Does Death, Death, Death make sense?
No. It's not about sense. It's about death, death, death.
I didn't kill the man. I didn't even know him!
There lies the beauty.
You had no motive. It was totally random.
Like in the animal world, prey never has a name.
It was primal.
I can't wait to see what you do next.
Next? Wait a minute! There is no next.
- Yes, there is. - No, there's not!
Yes, there is!
You must eliminate the witness.
There was a witness?
Two, if you count me.
But I'll never turn you in.
They could pump a million volts through me.
They could bust my fingers, one by one...
...by one...
...by one.
They could dig out my eyes...
But...
No country-western music, please. Every man has his limits.
Look, I thought it was just a game. You know, a stupid video game.
Trust me. Play the second disc.
How, how could there be a witness?
Oh, come on, sport.
You're more than just the voyeur you wish to be,
you're in this, now. You won't survive on your own.
I'm willing to help you.
But you have to play all the discs.
Hey, I've done pretty good so far.
Have you?
I'm in deep shit.
Oh, God.
Here, boy. Come on.
Here, boy--
Hey, wait a minute! Shit!
Hey.
Hey, I know you're a nice dog.
Please...
Please give me the foot.
Okay? I promise...
I'll never ask you for anything else again, okay?
Just give me the foot.
Thanks!
What do you got there?
What are you looking at?
Come on, Zak.
Get outta here.
Hey dude!
Hey!
Yo, Michael!
Hey, dicklick, I've been callin' all day.
Did you skip school?
Uh... No, I-I got mono.
That's harsh. Anything I can do?
Nah, that's all right.
Can I come in?
Well, Kyle, I don't think it's such a good idea right now.
Okay, okay.
Listen, I have to get goin', I have to go to bed and all, you know...
Hey, did ya hear about the murder?
Yeah, I did.
Yeah, that's pretty cool, you know,
having a murder in our own neighborhood and everything.
Kyle, a guy just died, and you think that's cool?
No, I don't mean cool, but it's interesting.
- Forget it, I'll see you. - Hey listen, listen. Michael!
If you're gonna be laid up, how 'bout letting me borrow Brainscan?
Kyle, asshole! Will you get off my back about that?
No, no. If you don't wanna let me see it,
if you just wanna be a jerk-off about it, just say it.
- Just say so, that's all. - Bye, Kyle.
Aw, shit!
You too.
Oh, shit!
- Hi, Michael. - Hey.
I'm sorry, were you sleeping?
Well, actually, maybe I may have dozed off.
Can I come in?
Oh! Yeah, I'm sorry.
Yeah, they're all over the neighborhood.
I, uh, went to all your teachers,
and I got your homework for the week.
Oh.
Thanks.
My parents said you stopped by?
Yeah, I did.
I just wanted to find out about some homework.
We don't have any classes together, Michael.
Oh...
We don't, do we?
Oh... here's your mail.
Oh, thanks.
And I brought The Montie.
I have a lot of pictures in it this week.
Oh.
That's, uh...
That's really nice.
Uh...
Shit! Wait a minute.
Sorry, I got it, I got it. Thanks a lot.
Is everything okay?
You should probably get going.
Oh.
Okay, I'll, um... let myself out.
Thanks for stoppin' by.
Call me if you need anything.
Yeah, I will.
Fuck!
Telephone, Master.
- Talk to me. - You have a call, Master.
I'm baaack.
Well, pal, so glad to see you again.
Where should we begin? Where's the second disc?
- I can't play it. - You have to play the game.
No!
What will you say to them, then?
What do you mean?
Why did you leave school the day of the murder, Mr. Brower?
Where were you on the night of the murder, Mr. Brower?
Were you alone, Mr. Brower? Where's your father, Mr. Brower?
- Where's your mother, Mr. Brower? - Shut up!
Oh, I don't believe they'll find that answer satisfactory.
- They haven't found me yet! - The witness has yet to speak.
There's still time to play the second disc.
Look! I don't have the second disc!
Don't lie to me, Michael.
- You received it today. - Can't play it.
You mean you don't want to play it.
No! I trashed it. Does that compute?
Pure fantasy.
You did nothing of the sort.
Play it.
The witness has to die.
I'll play it for the police.
That could be very dangerous.
I'll tell them what happened. I've got nothing to lose.
Very well...
Play it for the police.
I wish you luck.
Shut up, all right! Just shut up a minute!
The real question is: Are you a winner or a loser?
My name's Michael Brower. I'm 16, and I'm scared to death.
I'm not sure what this tape is gonna prove,
but if I'm the killer, consider this my confession.
Uh... Igor, dial 1-800-555-FEAR.
Yes, Master.
Well...
Here goes nothing.
Oh, Jesus.
Shit!
Oh God, I played. I played!
What happened?
My name's Michael Brower. I'm 16, and I'm scared to death.
I'm not sure what this tape is gonna prove,
but if I'm the killer, consider this my confession.
- Igor, dial 1-800-555-FEAR. - Yes, Master.
Well...
Here goes nothing.
What? What?
Wait a minute!
I sat there! I swear to God, I didn't leave!
Kyle...
No! Not this.
- Dial Kyle! - Yes, Master.
Please answer.
Kyle, please--Kyle, answer!
Jesus, Kyle, talk to me!
Kyle, please!
Who is this?
Answer me.
Later.
Hi.
I heard.
Michael.
I really didn't know him...
But, um...
Kyle came to my house last night.
He brought me this.
He started a petition to restart the horror club.
He said you guys had had a fight,
and he wanted me to bring it to you personally.
I really didn't know him.
My dad didn't wanna let him in the house.
Yeah.
That's Kyle.
You know...
I already miss him.
- God I miss him. - ...by the news of yet another
hideous crime committed in their small community.
High school student, Kyle Hilliard, is the second murder victim
in as little as three days. Shortly after Hilliard's body
was identified, chief homicide investigator Lieutenant Hayden
arrived at Mountview High, to question those known
to have been closest to the victim.
Already, residents are fearing the possibility of a serial killer.
Hello, Michael.
You son of a bitch, you killed Kyle!
You killed... the witness.
Kyle wasn't a witness! He didn't even see anything.
Not a witness in the strictest sense,
but he knew things about you.
- Kyle was my only friend! - And you pissed him off!
Nice going, Michael.
Got anything to eat?
Please.
Don't look in there.
Don't be afraid, Michael.
Nothing in there but frozen meat.
Loose ends like Kyle can't be left to dangle.
Hayden would've tied it arond your neck like a noose.
- Why are you doing this to me? - You chose me, Michael.
I didn't choose you.
You left a clue behind. In the second disc.
No more games.
I know.
Kyle's death still hurts,
but do you really feel guilty for what you've done?
The part of you which did these things, it's deep inside,
and it's in everyone.
Be honest.
If you don't feel the guilt, why accept the punishment?
Don't answer that.
Trust me, Michael.
If you want this to end, don't answer the door.
Get off my back.
A tarantula!
Hello. I'm Lieutenant Hayden.
This is my partner, Sergeant Martin.
We've met before. Twice, I believe.
Yeah, yeah, I know. Um...
Can I help you?
Yes, you can help me. Michael? Michael Brower?
Yeah.
May we come in?
Yeah, I guess so.
Um...
Yeah, come this way.
You haven't been in school lately.
No, I haven't. I've been sick.
Sorry to hear that. I really am.
We heard a lot about you today from your classmates.
Really? Well, I hope good stuff.
Well, no, to be perfectly frank, Michael,
you were described as, uh...
What was the word they used, Sergeant?
"Frightening."
And "strange" and "weird."
"Freak" came up a couple a times.
Sergeant Martin has something I'd like you to see.
Good friend of yours?
Yeah.
Yeah, he was my best friend.
You don't have many friends, do you, Michael?
Listen, is there anything you guys want?
We wanna find the killer.
I wanna catch him.
How do you spend your free time, Michael?
Just hanging around and staying out of trouble.
Your voice sounds very familiar to me.
Are you sure you didn't call Kyle's house after the murder?
No, no, that wasn't me.
Of course it wasn't.
But, Michael...
If you are anything but the class misfit,
which I know must give you a lot of pain,
I'm gonna find out about it, you understand?
Take it easy.
- He's a very sad boy. - Maybe, but somethin's there.
Yeah, ashes. And he made the phone call.
Check with the phone company.
All right. What's with the ashes?
There were fresh ashes in the fireplace... it's summer.
He was burning something.
- I think we just got very lucky. - Maybe.
What the hell you doin' over there?
I'm sick of you doin' 20mph in this town.
Gimme the keys.
Son of a bitch.
Hi, Mike.
Fixed myself a little snack. Hope you don't mind.
They think it's me.
Of course they do.
Right now, Hayden only suspects you.
How long you think it's gonna be before he has proof, huh?
A few hours?
Few minutes, maybe.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, eh, Mike?
You see today's paper?
"Special edition."
Ooh...!
"Interview with best friend."
"All of Mountview High was in a state of shock."
So on, so on, so on.
"One student's loss was greater..."
"'I miss him, God, I miss him already,'
sobbed his best friend
and president of the still banned horror club."
How could she?
Trust me, Michael.
I only want what you want.
Buddies forever?
Fuck you!
Hold still!
Scared of blood?
Remind you of something?
That road? The rain?
- Your mother? - Let go of me.
Play it, Michael.
Or forget all this.
Join your mother.
Take your own life.
You've thought of it many times before.
You could be with her forever.
You started this, and now you're afraid to finish it,
just like you're afraid of everything else!
Of Kimberly, of Fromberg, of telling your father
how sick you are of being left alone all the time.
Of your mother, who abandoned you!
I'm trying to help you! But you won't let me.
How?
A bargain.
Between friends.
Play part three. But you only need to remove the clue.
No killing.
There's no clue.
It's just a trick.
You just don't trust me.
Wait a minute, come back!
Hold on.
How am I supposed to know what the clue is?
Friends?
Yeah.
Sure... friends.
Buddies. Whatever you want.
- Footprint. - What?
Footprints in the mud. But where?
That is the question. Play it, Michael.
Otherwise you'll never remember the location.
My limp.
Excellent!
There's no killing, right?
Whatever happens is up to you. But don't let your time run out.
If I do?
Game over. You lose.
Michael?
Michael, come on!
Michael!
I need to talk to you. We need to talk.
Michael, I have to talk to you. We need to talk.
Michael... I didn't mean for this to happen.
Stacie did it.
Michael, I'm so sorry.
I didn't mean for her to use what I said.
May I have your attention, please?
Stay in pairs.
One walkie-talkie to a group.
Hopefully this will be an uneventful evening.
You're here to keep things calm.
To protect.
That's what a neighborhood watch is all about.
If you see anything unusual,
you come and report directly to me.
One last thing...
I know you're volunteers.
I know you're enthusiastic.
Some more than others.
And I know some of you own hunting rifles and revolvers.
If I see a weapon in a citizen's hands tonight,
I'm gonna confiscate that weapon,
and I'm gonna arrest that citizen,
even if it's a water pistol.
Clear?
Okay, that's it. Thank you for doing this.
All right... Here goes nothin'.
Just a clue.
No more killing, just the clue.
Yeah.
I believe there's an intruder in your yard.
Who's this?
A concerned citizen.
Who is this?
Hey!
Here we go, man.
Right over here.
That's it, that's it. This way.
Over here. More light.
Shit!
Got you!
Let me go! Let me go!
Hayden!
Hayden, where the hell are ya, I got him here!
Hayden!
- Hayden. What is it? - Hayden! He's here!
Hayden! Hayden!
Turn the knob on the top of the radio. The small one.
Hayden, come in for God's sake!
Fromberg, are you there?
- Jesus. - If you hear me, come in.
- Where was that? - Hey, you!
Are you there?
Damn.
Over there!
This way, come on!
Come on! Let's go, hurry up!
Shit.
Hey, I need some light over here.
Right down there.
Oh, God. Okay...
I know I said I'd never ask you for anything again,
but this time I really mean it.
Just leave me alone. Please get outta here.
- Jesus! - He's got a gun!
Police officer.
Hey, call an ambulance.
What are ya doin', kid?
I was... I...
They just shot the killer over there. Get outta here.
Which one of you would like to tell his wife?
Michael?
What's going on?
A-are you okay?
Shit!
What happened?
You made it, Michael. A bit clumsy, but you made it!
I killed somebody. Again. I killed somebody.
Actually... You were magnificent!
The neighborhood is covered in blood.
But you said I wouldn't kill anybody, you promised!
You protected yourself. Your hand was forced.
You had no choice.
Michael. Michael!
Now that I have your attention...
Stop!
This isn't a game anymore.
This is crime. This is just lots of crimes!
It's only a crime if you get caught.
There was a witness.
And you know who she is.
No.
Part four.
Forensics says you're gonna need this.
And the Brower kid is the one who placed the call.
Talk to me.
What do you want from me?
You know who the witness is, don't you?
And you know what has to be done.
Part four.
That's it.
I'm gonna go to Hayden, right now, and turn myself in.
You wanted the ultimate experience in terror.
Well, terror's in the doing.
It's not watching horror films like some child.
And it's not spying on Kimberly. You get off on that, Michael.
- I love her. - I could be any girl in any window,
- and you know it! - I won't kill her!
- She'll tell! - She won't tell!
- She'll come to me first! - Like last time?
- Stop this! - Only you can stop this!
Her life or yours!
Choose.
Cut.
Michael?
Michael.
Michael, are you home?
-Igor? Yes, Master.
Dial Brainscan.
Goodbye, Master.
What are you waiting for?
Michael?
Kill her.
I can't.
Cut her up.
I'll do it myself.
Michael...
You wouldn't do this to me.
Who the hell are you?
I can't believe you still don't know.
Michael...
I'm you.
No.
Michael!
Oh, Michael.
My God. Michael, I'm so scared.
Michael. Please, you can't do this.
Michael. Michael, please.
I don't care what you've done.
I love you.
Please.
You'd do anything to save your life.
No, I love you. Believe me.
I just kept it a secret. I've never told anybody.
But that's over now.
You watch me from your window.
I know you do.
I've known for a long time.
I watch you too.
I bet you didn't know that.
Look, I take pictures. Look.
That's you.
You, you.
I love you, Michael.
I knew you couldn't do it on your own.
Game over. You lose.
Perhaps.
But first...
Surprise!
Murderer.
- No! - Murderer!
No!
Oh my God.
What...
...the fucking hell?
What is this?
Hello, there.
You've just experienced Brainscan,
the ultimate experience in interactive terror.
We're glad you decided to play.
Our special state-of-the-art system
releases a powerful reality-enhancing signal.
We here at Scientific Perception Laboratories,
- makers of Brainscan... - It was... It was a dream.
- -...hope you've enjoyed the feeling. - A dream.
However, we understand that reality compression
- can be traumatic. - It wasn't even real!
We offer these simple relaxation techniques,
to calm you down.
In a seated position,
- place your head... - I didn't kill anybody.
There's no Trickster.
Now, then... Breathe deeply.
- Bastards! - As deep as you can.
- Place your hands... - Oh, man.
You put me through hell!
Why don't you try these fucking relaxation techniques?
Michael!
Yo, dude! Hellooo?
Kyle! Oh, my God, Kyle!
Hello?
Aw!
Yo, dicklick! I have been ringing your doorbell,
I have been calling you for an hour!
- There is a party next door! - Kyle!
- No, it's Axl Rose! - God, man! I missed you, man!
Careful, man! You're gonna impale yourself on my lucky charms, man.
They're magically delicious.
It's good to see you, Kyle. I missed you. I love you!
- Dude, man, are you okay? - Yeah, I'm fine, man.
Good. Listen...
it's a good thing you didn't order that Brainscan tape, man.
I saw something on the news about it.
Like, it's, like, hypnotic or some shit like that.
Some kid in Texas was watching it, and I think he had an aneurysm.
A-and I think his eyes exploded, too.
Man, what is it?
Kimberly.
- Come on, man. - Go for it, man, let's go!
Kimberly?
Damn.
Hey, Stacie, do you know where Kimberly is?
She's upstairs.
Upstairs?
Yeah. With Taylor.
Stacie, for once, don't be a bitch.
Hey.
- Stacie, right? - Yeah.
That outfit's totally bitchin'.
- You think so? - I know so.
You look just like that girl in that video by what's-his-name.
Only better.
Video?
- Really? - Totally.
- You're Kyle, right? - Uh-huh.
Hi, Kyle.
Kimberly?
Michael.
Yeah, can I talk to you for a second?
Yeah, c'mon.
Well, uh...
I just...
I just wanted to ask one thing.
Okay.
Please, will you go out with me?
I don't think so.
I-I mean... I'll think about it.
I-i-it's not really a good time to ask, you know what I mean?
You'll think about it?
Yes.
- But... - Maybe, right?
Not no. Maybe?
Well, yes.
Maybe.
So you mean, uh, you and Taylor...
Are you kidding me?
Well, listen, um...
I have to... get back, so...
Yes?
Come in.
Yes, what can I do for you, Mr. Brower?
Well, uh...
I have a game I wanna show to the horror club.
Brainscan.
Yes, well... This should be entertaining.
Yeah, I really think it will, uh...
I think you'll have a lot of fun.
Brainscan.
I'll see ya.
Wait a minute!
Haven't you forgotten something?