Randy Woolley

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Josue Aguirre, James Tupper
Max Pachman
Duration=1H 30Minute
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Writer=Max Pachman
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They kill the lady, escape, then head back to home depot for the next job. Roll Credits. Watch full beneath us = rs. Watch full beneath us movie. Perfect picture choice. The title is beneath us and the picture shares a love that is above everything with the world beneath, amazing :D.

Arctic how do you always find the perfect picture song combos ever. Is it magic. Coming in 2022- “Shame and kill anyone who isnt a Minority” socially irresponsible garbage. They should have Paul walkers bros to play brian in the last scene where Dom tells cena he isn't his brother and Brian comes in and is like I am. MitiS and... SubLion? Jesus, this is going to be a heavenly song. Yes I liked it too.
Watch Full Beneath us airways. Nightmare Soup Horror d’Oeuvres Feast McDonald’s Value Menu Etc… It sounds unappetizing, but the mixture of horror and food is a recipe as common as terrible found footage films. Until recently, the combination of the two only terrified me when I misread something on Pinterest and tried to toast an avocado. I couldn’t get the smell out of my kitchen for weeks. I’ve always appreciated good food, but I’m a terrible cook, so I made sure to choose a career that allowed me to eat out most nights. I’ve joined more notification lists for new and interesting places to eat than I can remember, so an invitation to the opening of a new pop-up restaurant that promised to be ‘filled to the brim with monsters’ wasn’t unexpected. I was almost too late to RSVP, though I nearly passed. In my experience, high concept usually equals low quality. I decided to go in the hopes that the ‘monster’ costumes might inspire something unique for the Halloween party some college friends put on each year. That it was only a few blocks from my apartment didn’t hurt. I was disappointed when I arrived at an old storage warehouse, which was the only unique feature of an otherwise standard three star eatery. A young woman dressed in a very un-monster-like blue dress led me to my table. Every patron and employee I passed looked just as human as I did. I was too disappointed to notice any of the dishes. I might have been prepared if I had. The Waiter approached as soon as I was seated. “There are three four-course specials available, ” he explained without prompting. “You choose one and the Chef handles the rest. ” “What if I’m allergic to shellfish, or a vegan? ” “Mystery is part of the experience, ” he sneered. “If you’re a vegan, maybe you shouldn’t have come to a restaurant that promised something monstrous, though a light salad does sound terrifying if you ask me. ” “You’ve got me there. ” I scanned the room again, finding nothing scarier than a patch of peeling paint in a far corner. “At least you’re staying in character, ” I sighed and faced him. “What are the options? ” “ Things That Go Bump in the Night, the basic option, costs fifty dollars. What Nightmares are Made Of, our most popular choice, will cost one hundred. Finally, Myths and Legends is an exclusive collection of the finest dishes. Only one is available per night due to the rarity of the ingredients. Once it has been ordered, it is unavailable until the following day, and each time it’s something different. ” Noticing my piqued interest, he added, “Lucky for you, tonight’s selection is still available. ” “Sure it is, ” I smirked. Still, it was a good story to sell expensive meals, and I was starting to enjoy the mystery. “How much? ” “Five hundred, sir. ” I waited for his stoic expression to break into a smile, for him to laugh and tell me the real price, but his cold gray eyes remained fixed on me, patiently waiting for my decision. I called his bluff. “Myths and Legends it is. ” “The Chef will be pleased, ” he said with a bow. “Your appetizer will arrive shortly. Another hour and it would have spoiled. ” Within five minutes, a man with dwarfism set a covered dish in front of me. I thought it was a bit tactless to hire a dwarf to scare people, but when I realized he was just a guy doing his job, I immediately felt like an asshole for the assumption. Something beneath the dark metal cloche screamed, silencing my guilt. Unless the server was a talented ventriloquist, it sounded too convincing to be fake. He raised the cloche, my anticipation building as steam billowed out to reveal the dish. When I saw what was on the plate, I finally understood. A small, human-looking creature, lying on a bed of dark green leaves, had been stripped naked and strapped to a plate with butchers twine. Sharp, yellowed fangs decorated the edge of the plate like rays of sunshine. The screams coming from its wide, toothless mouth were piercing. Though it was strapped at the ankles and wrists, the hands and feet had been cut off. The butchers twine acting as tourniquets as well as binding. Two pimento-stuffed olives, held in place with two thin metal toothpicks, had replaced its eyes. The gruesome scene was plating for the actual dish. The creature’s stomach had been cut open, and the two large flaps of skin were peeled back to expose a cavity that no longer held organs. It was filled with a dark, rich-smelling broth. The cooked digits of its hands and feet - ten little fingers and toes, the nails removed - floated around like small chicken medallions. Two yellowing eyes with large blue irises stared up at the ceiling from the center. The Waiter confused my wide-eyed shock and disgust with pleasure. “He is the second-to-last of his cluster, ” he informed me. “His mate will be served on Thursday. Each dish has a laminated information card tucked below the plate, if you’re curious. ” Before leaving, he whispered, “The Chef suggests you start with the eyes, before they get soggy. ” I felt people from the surrounding tables watching me, curious for a glance at the expensive dish they’d turned down. I allowed them plenty of time to gawk while I struggled to accept the truth. The restaurant wasn’t ‘filled to the brim’ with monsters meant to frighten or entertain us… but to nourish us. I unconsciously reached for the red laminate. Soupe a la Homoncule * *This tasty recipe was concocted at some point in the sixteenth century. Most homunculi were bred for use in alchemy, but some were able to escape their bonds. A strong survival instinct led to an affinity for stowing away on passenger vessels, resulting in stories of the homunculus ? sometimes called garden gnomes, sprites, or other nicknames ? spreading globally. There is no current means of determining the origins of any specific group, or ‘cluster’. This specimen has been seasoned with cumin and a dash of pepper. It is considered a delicacy along the shore of the small Canada town it once called home. This dish has become popular in some South American countries, including Peru, the forests of which the largest known cluster of homunculi call home, but is considered inferior due to the poor diet of their clusters. Few have had the pleasure of experiencing the superior flavor profile of homunculi of this Canadian cluster, a result of their access to rare plants and seafood untouched by pollution. We are proud to offer the opportunity to be one of the last two people who will ever savor a homunculus from this now extinct cluster. Don’t be shy… it can’t bite back. * The last sentence sent my stomach into a barrel roll. My eyes returned to the creature’s extracted teeth, his only defense now a mere garnish. The room spun around me. Moments from vomiting, I leapt from my seat and stumbled past the grinning server. “You’ll need to eat it while it’s fresh, sir, ” he called after me, hastening my frantic search for a bathroom. I was practically pirouetting as I swung, sea fevered, towards two doors labeled “Mermen” and “Mermaids”. I slid across the damp floor, unable to stay on my feet, and crashed into an empty toilet stall. Hot bile push up my throat like a worm. I spent the next few minutes alternating between dry heaving and filling the bowl with stomach acid. As my stomach calmed, the world around me grew still. I flopped forwards onto the spotless porcelain and felt the last few strands dribble from my lips. “Hey man, how you doing? ” A hand, clutching a wad of toilet paper, appeared in my line of sight. I accepted it and slumped back against the plastic divider. A dark-skinned man in sleek blue suit towered over me, a comforting smile and calm nod proof of his empathy. “What is this place? ” “This is the world’s most exclusive dining experience, ” he said, his smile widening. “The most positively ghoulish dishes you’ll ever taste. ” “This place…” My throat was so bile-burned that I could barely get the words out. “This place is wrong. ” “I know man, I know. ” He knelt beside me. “But if you upset the Chef, you’ll wind up on the menu. ” When I reacted with horror, he laughed and patted my shoulder. “Just kidding, man. ” I wiped my face with the toilet paper, tossed it into the bowl, and took in my surroundings. An array of hand towels, colognes, and breath freshening aids surrounded the sink on a marble countertop. His suit looked unkempt, and he’d skipped over a vest button, which seemed strange for a place with such a classy façade. More unsettling, the joy of his laughter didn’t reach his eyes. He offered a hand to help me to my feet before I could think too hard. He held my wrist to steady me as he led me to his station. “I suggest you put on a bit of this. ” He picked up a small bottle of cologne and poured a few drops into my hand. I robotically dabbed it along both sides of my neck. “Now get back out there before they think you’ve tried to scarper without paying. ” He shrugged off my apology for only having a quarter to leave in his tip dish, but he called after me as I stumbled to the door. “What ya order? ” I was still disoriented enough that it took a moment to find the answer. “ Myths and Legends. ” He sucked in a hiss through his teeth. “Good luck, man. ” He held a mint up between his forefinger and thumb and wiggled it. “I’ll be right here. ” Other patrons stared and whispered as I passed, but I didn’t care. If one of them had ordered Myths and Legends before me, they wouldn’t have had anything to stare at. I slumped back into my chair, my eyes fixated on the plated horror that awaited. “So you’ve returned, ” the Waiter said, appearing at my side as if by magic. “We were worried you’d tried to run out. ” His suggestion jumpstarted my weary consciousness. My inner voice screamed in the same shrill pitch as the still dying homunculus. Why didn’t you just walk the fuck out? “It only has
Cool. having watched 'Hasta La Vista' Come As You Are) from Belgium, I hope it's as good! I'm glad they used differently-abled actors too.