“Bloody hell, this is the stupidest hting I have ever seen,” James exclaimed.
“It is not,” Evelyn said. “It’s awesome.”
“But, everything that’s happening isn’t even possible. This would never happen in real life.”
“That’s because it’s not real life,” Evelyn answered.
“But why aren’t they questioning everything that’s going on? I mean it’s a little suspicious that they just walk down into a basement and there’s all these weird trinkets lying around.”
“James, shut up. You would think that you’ve never watched a movie before in your life,” Patrick said.
James huffed. “Of course I’ve seen a bloody movie before, but I just can’t stand these movies that are full of bloody idiots. I mean, why can’t horror movies have some intelligent people for once? The characters never use their brains, at all. And these people don’t even understand that they’re walking into a trap.”
“You understand that this movie is a parody right? That the filmmakers are making fun of the horror genre?” Evelyn said from her place on the couch where she was leaning against Patrick.
“I don’t fucking care. If you’re going to parody something, at least add an element that they’re all missing. And every movie in the genre is missing the smart person.”
“Just shut your yap and watch the movie,” Patrick said, turning his attention back to the film on the television.
James narrowed his eyes and also turned his attention back to the film.
Evelyn shook her head. “What’s to stop The Fitzgeralds from killing all of you the second you step into their, whatever you call their location, their hideout?”
“Their lair,” James said. “I like to think that they have an evil lair where they do all of their evil planning.”
Patrick and Evelyn looked at him, and shook their heads slightly.
“What?” James said. “Mickey Fitzgerald is like an evil super villain. He has to have a lair. I’m sticking with lair and ignoring your judgemental looks.”
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