Halloweed

Oh yeah! Move it, motherfucker!

Yo, give me back my money, bitch!

It's my money now, motherfucker! Eat it!

Somebody better call an ambulance!

Execution set tonight, the community of Bridgeport

can hopefully get some peace.

Serial killer Vincent Modine, who stabbed nine people to

death over the course of three very frightening

weeks will die tonight.

Survived by son Trent Modine, his step-son Joey Booker,

and three ex-wives who have book deals pending,

so we can't mention them by name.

The reign of terror is now over.

I did it, and I'd do it again!

Ooh, here comes trouble.

Suck my dick, midget!

It's showtime, Modine!

Adios, Modine.

Yeah, Modine!

Yeah, Modine!

Should we let him finish?

Let him finish for Christ's sakes.

Get it, Modine!

Ahh!

Way to go, Modine!

Wicked load!

Woo!

- Alright. - Out with a bang.

Fucking midget!

Sup?

Oh, I smell like weed!

I wonder why.

Hey, that chick cop behind you with the gun?

I'd hit that.

She seems like your type.

Are you excited, huh?

We're about to watch my father, your step-father,

die at the hands of the state.

So no, not exactly planning a parade.

I'm just making conversation, bro.

It's just 2000 volts of electricity.

I mean it can't be that bad, right?

I should've drank more.

Mm.

Hoho, it's a party!

Didn't expect this.

Those seats are taken.

Move over.

Seriously?

What? I like popcorn.

- Here. - Shh!

I love you, Modine!

- I love you! - Fry the fat fucker already!

Fifty bucks says he shits himself.

Oh, you got a deal.

Hey Trent!

- Lick me baby, lick me! - Good to see you, son.

Josephine.

I understand, son, this can't be easy for you.

And now you're in that room with all those poor folks.

I killed those people's loved ones.

I never denied it.

You ever wonder why?

Because I fuckin' loved it!

- Burn! - Fuck you, man!

You ever truly, truly held a knife, son?

Feel the power in your hands?

In and out, in and out.

Best sex I ever had.

Choke on your popcorn, assholes!

Just the thought of murdering your deserving

motherfuckers gets my dick hard, you see?

Shit, he's got a big-ass dick.

Yeah, no shit, man.

I need you to finish it for me, Trent.

Cleanse the world of these filthy, dirty, fucking animals.

Finish my work!

I know you feel it.

Avenge my death!

Wow. This is engaging.

I mean, that was, that was so viking.

Avenge my death? It's amazing!

Any last words, Modine?

Seriously?

I just thought, I just went on about how the

world's unclean, how about my son Trent's gonna pick

up where I left off, and uh, you know, it's in his blood.

It was pretty heavy and intense.

I had to poop. I'm sorry.

I gotta do it again?

Okay, I can do it again. Fuck it.

No, it's okay, Vince.

- No, hey you fucktards! - Don't.

Okay, I won't.

Fuck it.

You ready to die?

Sure.

You're just taking out one of the cogs in the wheel.

Trent completes me.

No, I don't.

- I don't complete him. - You see.

You're never to lead!

Pussy!

I hope your double-wide mother croaks in her

double-wide trailer.

Your mama's so fat, I told that bitch to haul ass,

she had to make two trips.

That was a good one.

Hey uh, your mom's so fat!

- No. - No, okay, I won't.

Alright, alright, enough.

Well this, this can't be happening.

Oh, it's getting good.

This is good.

I just got off the phone with the governor.

I thought so.

Looks like he's going to be moving his charity

golf outing to next month.

Mhmm, yeah.

He thought you'd like to know that.

Bitch.

Gnarly, dude.

That was gnarly.

He's dead.

Woo, alright!

Come on bro, I can't not get in on the high five parade.

You know I love high fives.

This concludes today's festivities...

Well, that was fun.

So, let's get something to eat.

What are you feeling? I'm thinking barbecue?

Yeah, I kind of lost my appetite.

I'm gonna go get some weed.

I'll see you in a little bit.

Oh, would you move?

Oh, is it too much?