SYNOPSIS:

Dreas, Ton, J'honson, Margjo, Jimes, Mothy, and Peej are all playing poker on a hot summer's night in Los Angeles, California. Out of the seven people here, three of them are good, one of them's okay, and the rest are bad, bad, bad. Huh, I tell you... When you really think about it, though, everybody's done somethin' despicable in their life. Everybody! Whether they kill't a cop, had sex with a bitch, or loot some crook, everbody's dunnit! Even the cop, the bitch, and the crook have somethin' to say to God about their sins! So, back to the story; why am I telling you this in the first place? ...Well, given that nobody on earth is innocent of evil, it gets harder everyday to differentiate the suckers from the suck-ups. And in this room, there's a wild card in the bag. I tell you, the moment you enter this room and the director cuts my mic, you won't know any wiser than if your were a dead-ass drunk! Ha, ha! ...Or maybe you are. If so, my sincerest apologies; I had no idea you were such a lowlife...and if not? Then shut the fuck up! Sit your ass down and watch this damn scene unfold, cause I'm tellin' you, like some origami napkin, this fat blubber of a plot is about to pop wide open, all over this joint with blood! And maybe some chicken breast too. The frozen kind, if you know what I'm saying.

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