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:02:04
Hey, Heather.
:02:14
y ou hungry, Dylan?
:02:22
Gotcha.
:02:23
It should have flex ed more.
:02:26
I think the servos
got shorted out With blood.

:02:28
Well, take it apart,
pull it out...

:02:31
and insulate them
With some styro.

:02:33
The thing Wasn't meant to be
submerged, for Pete's sake.

:02:37
I don't like that thing.
:02:38
That thing puts bread
on our table.

:02:40
Is it alive, Daddy?
:02:42
Heather,
you're in the next shot.

:02:44
State-of-the-art animatronics
With bio-organic grafting.

:02:48
Bull tendons, nerve bundles
from a live Doberman.

:03:06
Must've have picked up a signal
from an Eighties Walkie-talkie.

:03:09
- Sure it's off?
- It's off.

:03:11
Funny, it's Warm...
just like a real hand.

:03:18
Oh, God.
:03:23
What the hell's going on here?
Cut the effects!

:03:32
Terry, Where is it? Terry!
:03:35
Chuck, get off me!
:03:38
Heather, Where is it?
:03:39
Chase, Where the hell is it?
:03:45
Come on.
:03:54
What the fuck?!

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