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Summary: The Human Centipede is suggested by Jane because she is a horrible, horrible person whose curiosity has finally doomed them all.
Chapter 6
The Human Centipede (First Sequence)
August 8, 2011 / 4:12 PM
The Human Centipede is suggested by Jane because she is a horrible, horrible person whose curiosity has finally doomed them all.
It is clear right from the beginning that The Human Centipede is, as Rita calls it, an abomination of the highest order.
"Why would anyone want to make this film?" Rita turns her head in disgust as the characters crawl around in a rather… uncomfortable… fashion. She feels a good chunk of her will to live withering away in the face of such depravity.
Larry cautiously puts a hand on his stomach, desperately trying not to throw up. He truly does not want to choke on his own vomit. He reconsiders his options when he sees what's happening on the screen. If he's lucky, maybe he can choke to death and not have to watch this anymore.
"Why the fuck are we still watching this?" Cliff asks. Watching this movie hurt his brain, and he can't exactly afford to damage the only non-replaceable part of himself. "It's so goddamn awful, not even Rita's acting can salvage this."
Rita sniffs. "Please. I would rather shoot myself in the head than star in this… this… monstrosity."
Off to the side, Jane rocks back and forth in a fetal position, pulling her hair, wishing desperately for another personality to take over. Unfortunately, they had more common sense than that and were perfectly content to let Jane suffer in the hell of her own making. "Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck—"
"Where is the remote?" Rita looks around and lifts a couch cushion. "… I cannot find the remote."
This sends everyone into a minor panic.
The Negative Spirit decides it can't stand being in the same room as the wretched movie anymore and mercifully sets the DVD player on fire on its way out of Larry's body.
Everyone (except Larry) breathes a sigh of relief.
Author's Note: Don't watch Human Centipede. Don't even read the Wikipedia article. My so-called friends introduced me to this movie and I needed about twelve gallons of brain bleach to recover from the experience.