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TROUBLE IN PARADISE
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ERIC-Dad, I don't have any clean clothes...
SCOTT-Well what the hell do ya expect me ta do 'bout it?!
ERIC-Dad, I didn't mean it like that...
SCOTT-You call me father you dumb faggot!
*scott pummels Eric into tears*
ERIC-Oh please God NO! NOOOO!!! Oh lord, please help me! Oh goooodddd!!! NOOOO!!!
SCOTT-Listen hear you sunuvabitch. I'm the head honcho. I make the calls. I say jump, you say how high? A relationship between a boy and his father is built upon fear and famine.
ERIC-y-y-yes s-sir.
*eric's mom walks in*
MOM-Hunny, did you get done with the corn on the cob yet?
ERIC-No ma'am.
MOM-Scott, whadda'bout you?
SCOTT-Shut up bitch!
*scott slaps his old lady around like no other*
ERIC-DON'T YOU TOUCH MY MOM AGAIN!! AAHHHHHHHHHH!!!
*eric footsweeps his father figure, scott falls through floor*
SCOTT-You little dumb jew neger fagit jew!
ERIC-CRAP!
*eric grabs his mom and they run off with a case and a condom*
MOM-Looks like we're safe for now...
ERIC-yeah, but only for now.
MOM-THat means one thing...
*mom unzips his pants with her teeth*
*Music plays, curtains fall. "Eric! Eric! Oh that's....our....ERIC!*
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