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Trevor approaches Floyd's Apartment.
Floyd: I miss ya already. (to Debra)
Floyd leaves the condo and looks at Trevor walking up.
Floyd: What the F word are you doing here?
Trevor: That's a funny way to greet your cousin.
Floyd: You ain't my G-damn cousin, Trevor.
Trevor: I thought we was family.
Floyd: Please just go and ruin somebody else's home furnishings!
Debra: Who the F is that, Floyd?
Floyd: No one, my sweet!
Trevor: Hey, by any chance did you catch crabs at that conference?
Trevor kicks the door open and Debra screams getting scared of Trevor.
Debra: Ah! Floyd!
Trevor: I heard that those conferences are regular little fuck fests! Huh? Can I come in? Huh?
Debra: I'd like you to leave, right now!
Trevor casually walks to the kitchen, grabbing a mug and filling it up with tap water.
Trevor: Oh yeah... Some serious corporate gangbanging going on, right? Yeah with every executive and director of communications from here to Bangalore, taking it left, right and center. In the name of the team training, right? I mean that's what Floyd told me yesterday as he was staring at my, err... My penis.
Trevor sits down on the couch.
Debra: I want you to leave! Now!
Trevor: Look, this is all I've got, alright? I had a tough upbringing. My daddy was not nice to me! Okay? Now, look Debra, I love you, and I love you too, Floyd. Why can't we all just be together, huh? You can have Mondays through Thursdays, you can have the weekends, alright? I know that's not normal but in this crazy, crazy world, is normal so good, huh? Look Debra, Floyd!
Trevor falls onto his knees in front of Debra and Floyd.
Trevor: Will you marry me?
Debra: Get out of my condo! And you go too, Floyd. I told you, I've got a career. I don't need this... This... This... Crap!
Trevor: Yes!
Debra: There. Ha... You made me swear. You're crap, Floyd! Crap! You're not a man at all! Bob's right about you.
Trevor: Whoa. Who's Bob?
Debra: I want both of you to go, now!
Debra walks over to the door and points at it.
Debra: You and your weird friend.
Trevor stands up, in disgust from what Debra said.
Trevor: Whoa, hey! My name is Trevor, sweetheart.
Debra: I... Could give a fuck what the your fucking name is!!
Debra walks over to the kitchen, grabbing a Pistol from a drawer and aims at Trevor.
Debra: I'm not afraid to use this. I'm not. Bob taught me.
Floyd quickly grabs a Knife that was laying on the kitchen worktop.
Floyd: FUCK BOB!!
Trevor: You people are not very fucking nice!
The screen cuts to black. The screen fades back as Trevor leaves the apartment covered in blood, lightly panting.
Wade: Oh, hey there, Trevor!
Wade gets scared to see Trevor covered in blood, while Trevor simply get downstairs.
Wade: Oh.
Trevor: Hey there, Wade.
Wade: Did you meet Debra?
Trevor: Interesting lady...
Wade: I should probably go say hi.
Trevor: I wouldn't.
Wade: Why not?
Trevor: Let's go get in the car, alright? Let's go have the time of our lives!
Wade catches up with Trevor. The screen focuses on the smashed window, showing stains of blood.
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