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opens on a guy kneeling at ahome made altar...
his girlfriend, behind him, is on the phone, talking to her friend.
“Ooh, look, he’s butchering a chicken as we speak,” she whines nasally.
as the boyfriend continues his arcane chanting and ritual defilement of said chicken, he throws some strange powder on the flames in front of him.
the girl, sensing the ritual is about to close, relates the details to her friend;
“Did you get that? A blend of aromatic spices. I’ll call you tomorrow… if I’m still alive.”
fade out on boyfriend holding up offering, a glint of purpose in his eye. |
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