Morbid

I've got Rex Wolf, Cody Bly, and Echo.

Okay.

I'll trade you two Death Troopers and I've grown for Rex,

but he's a Comic Con exclusive.

How about my Jango and Boba Fett?

I'll give you my Rex for your Sand Trooper and Doback.

No way.

And Maddie Quesenberry's phone number.

You don't want Maddie's number.

Yes, I do.

No you don't.

She hates the X-files

and her favorite flavor of ice cream is rum raisin.

Oh, gross.

Well, I can get past that.

Lucas.

It moved.

No it didn't.

I promise you. It looked right at me.

You are full of crap.

Throw something at it.

You do it.

Just throw an Almond Joy or something.

That wasn't funny.

Ah, you're so easy.

I hate Halloween.

Don't tell me you've gone sober.

Sure, it's okay that I'm here?

Yeah. Why wouldn't it be?

Jessica and Blair,

they hate me.

Bullshit.

You weren't there.

They completely ignored me.

You're being paranoid.

Tonight's gonna be just like high school, both booze.

So just like high school.

Trigger Treat.

Happy Halloween.

Well, aren't you a cute plumber

and what are you?

A handsome NASCAR driver.

Bullshit.

I don't give a shit.

I don't have to be nice to her.

As long as she doesn't an act all superior

because she's Miss world traveler,

then I'm fine.

10 bucks. She brings it up right away.

Jesus.

Monica's parents always go this hard on Halloween.

I'm pretty sure they have a guy set it up.

And I think they're Len tical.

What is that?

It means they hate Satan and stuff.

Oh my gosh.

You look great.

So do you.

Thank you. It's been so long.

Oh my God. How are you guys?

- I love it. - I love it too.

Hi.

Hi.

Let's go to the kitchen. Come on.

Hi.

Ashley, oh mt god.

- It's been so long. - Not long enough.

I just got back from Japan a few weeks ago.

Oh, really.

Saw you guys at Super Hot Pizza the other day.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

I waved, but you guys ignored me.

Well, that definitely wasn't us.

Blair's not really eating carbs right now.

It's more of a gluten thing.

How about a drink?

Beer.

I was not.

You threw up in Rebecca's purse.

No, I didn't.

That was me.

That's fucking right.

You were the one who hid the sardines.

What's sardines?

I think you blacked out by then,

but Rebecca's mom put out sardines for people to eat,

like a psychopath.

Shit, I forgot.

So Monica took a bunch of them

and was hiding them everywhere,

in shoes, pillows, inside books.

It's disgusting.

Ashley saved a rhino in South Africa.

Oh really?

No, definitely did not.

The group that I was traveling with,

we were fighting off poachers that would use their horns

and sell them to evil companies like Romero Burten.

My purse is Romero Burten.

Does that make me evil?

Okay. How about we order some food?

How about we order some boys.

Girls night is getting stale.

No, boys.

This is our first Halloween together in forever.

I want it to be just like old times.

We could invite Nathan.

Nathan. Huh?

Oh my God. You should have seen it.

They were bumping into each other all night

at Sam Overbee's party.

He ended up driving her home.

Monica.

Spill.

There's nothing to spill.

Well, they're going out on Sunday.

Well, there's that.

Let's invite Wesley over.

Blair.

What?

It's fine.

We're still friends.

See.

No problem.

No boys.

We went out a few times,

when you were gone.

I figured you wouldn't mind.

What?

You promised you wouldn't do this.

What am I supposed to do, Monica?

Sit around and just let them shit on me all night?

They're just jealous.

You got out and did something cool.

It's not even that.

Blair, has it out for me.

Jessica's just following her lead as usual.

Well, I don't know what to do, Ashley.

I'm just trying to keep us together.

I would love that.

But I'm not the one that you have to convince.

What's that?

It's just a weird game that I brought.

What? Like a board game?

No, it's more like the Ouija board kind of thing.

We should play.

I don't think they'll be down for that.

Let me take care of that.

We're gonna play this game that Ashley brought from Japan.

Apparently, it's really scary.

Fun.

How do we play?

The game's called Morbid.

It was really popular in Japan.

But now it's illegal to own.

Why?

'Cause it's fucking boring?

Blair. You got a problem?

No.

How do we play?

We each answer a series of questions.

Then we burn our answers and drink some hallucinogenic tea.

Seriously?

I'm down.

Really?

Yeah. Next time lead with the getting fucked up part.

So what do we do?

Everyone take a pencil and a card.

There's seven questions that I'll translate.

Write your answers down.

Make sure nobody sees your answers.

Question one.

What would you rather lose?

Eyes,

hands,

legs

or tongue?

Jesus.

The came is called morbid.

What did you expect?

Everyone write their answers?

Question two.

What would you rather eat?

Cockroach,

spider,

rat

or human.

Human?

Just write one down, Blair.

Question three.

What scares you the most?

Demons,

clowns,

monsters

or serial killers?

Question four.

Do you have a crush on anyone in this room?

It's okay bitch.

I know you love me.

Question five.