"Quit scratching on that door you bitch. You're dead. Asshole brother killed you.
Where's my horse. Where's my horse. My horse. Don't be scratching on my door. Motor cycle.
The bitch on the motorcycle. No not you. He didn't bury you. The pond. Water. I've got to have
water. Snakes! Oh my mouth. Water. I've got to have water. Is that you in the chair, Brother? She's
scratching on the door. Open the door. No don't. Don't! Snakes! Those doddamned snakes! The
Zoo. How in the hell did I get to the Zoo. The bitch on the motorcycle. My shoes. I've got to get my
shoes. The crack in the building. I got to get out of here. She's scratching on the door. Bury her.
Bury her, Brother. You worthless bastard. Get out of that chair. Sick my ass. Get out of that chair.
Move. Bury her. This building's cracking A horse. A horse. I've got to get a horse. Why do you
keep those damn snakes here. Oh God! She's coming through the door. She's got a snake. The
building's falling down. She's got a snake! It's the bitch on the motorcycle. AAHHAAHH!"
Hank wakes up startled from his nightmare, but he wasn't really awake. He just moved
from one altered state to another. What was that smell? It smelled something like pizza but quite.
He wanted a drink of water but couldn't bring himself to move. He rolled over and felt something
wet and gooey, sticky on his face and in his hair. It smelled sort of like pizza, but not quite.
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