[ACT THREE]
[SCENE SIX]

{Setting: Bubba's Trailer}

(Justin drops the newspaper)

JUSTIN
"I can't believe this! This is impossible!"

(Bubba grabs the newspaper, and slaps forhead)

BUBBA
"Duh, I can't read! What's impossible?!"

JUSTIN
"You know your old boss?"

BUBBA
"Yeah What about him?"

JUSTIN
"Apparently the fumes from the burning moonshine shack intoxicated Glen Slowpoke's mind, shutting down parts of his brain, and making him going insane"

BUBBA
"Is that even possible?"

JUSTIN
"Apparently it happened. The newspaper also said that he defrosted his assistant, after huffing a stick of Elmer's Superglue, and now he has a tendency of worshiping Britney Spears"

BUBBA
"Wow, I'm actually glad I was fired. That could have been me. You know what I feel like?"

JUSTIN
"Great to be alive?"

BUBBA
"Exactly now lets go pick up Paul, and George and kill things!"

JUSTIN
"Kill things, don't we need like ammunition for that?"

"Ammunition"
By Lime

(BUBBA)
You know we's gots the amunation
Aim, and blow
We all want to shoot that squirrel
You tell me dat it'd be bitchin'
We all want to give it a whirl
But when we bring on out the shotguns
Don't you know that we are having meat?
Don't you know that it ain't at all cooked
All raw, All raw

They say that y'all can't shoot sh*t
What They know?
We'd all love to see you try
Y'all ask me for a lot more bullets
Well, yeah bro
Sure I'll give you some, I lied
But when you want dinner from people who can't think straight
All I can tell you, is sister we have a date
Don't you know we're gonna be all night
All night, Alright?

They ask me what's the substitution?
Well, you know
How about some deep-fried Spam
And since we're all out of ammunition
Well, you know
Yeh better catch that buck by hand
But if you go carrying stuffed deer and wildlife
You ain't ever gonna win yerself a wife
Don't you know we're gonna fight?
You fight, you fight

You fight, you fight
Meat's blight, meat's blight
Tonight, Tonight
Excite, Excite
Ignite, Ignite
That's right, that's right

"MY VENISON!"