[ferretchucker]

Massacre Man is in his lounge. The TV's on. Suddenly, Roderick Usher and Illdojo appear next to him.

Massacre Man: Fuck! Why the hell are you still here? Move on! What's your unfinished business?!

Illdojo: We're not ghosts. We're part of your brain. Part of your subconcious mind, trying to give you a message.

Massacre Man: What message?

Rod: Fuck knows!

Massacre Man: Screw it! I'm goin' to the carnival.

Rod: Cool. Win me a DVD.

Massacre Man gets up, ready to go. A bang is heard upstairs. He looks up. He walks over to the corner of the room and picks up a candle stick and makes his way to the stairs.

Illdojo: This shit just got real.

Massacre Man: Shut the fuck up.

He goes up the stairs. Another bang. As his foot goes up another stair, it creaks. All noise goes silent. He races up the steps and goes straight into the bathroom. Nothing in there. A loud smash and he runs to the bedroom. The window's smashed. He looks out. Nothing there. He turns around and walks out. As he leaves the room, a green, bubbling piece of slime drops to the floor, and a small gurgling sound is made.

Massacre Man: This house is fucking haunted. But fuck it, the carnival's waiting.

He goes down the stairs and walks out. He's about to get in the de lorean when he looks forward. Out of nowhere a fist flies at him. He's knocked to the floor. He looks up and Psycom's there.

Psycom: I fucking told you! You piece of shit!

Massacre Man: Hey, maybe you should be focused on those kids messin' up your car!

Psycom turns around gicing Massacre Man a chance to kick him to the ground. Massacre Man gets up, kicks him again and gets into the de lorean. Psycom gets up.

Psycom: You're a fucking pussy! You hear me?! A fucking pussy! Run away. I'll get you fucking back for this!

He picks up a stone about the size of a golf ball and throws it into an upstairs window, making a hole in it. After a second or two, the stone gets thrown back. It hits Psycom on the forhead, knocking him out.