Surviving the Game

You son of a bitch...
l want you so bad,
l can taste it.

Let me get the door.
Let me get the door for you.
Get out!
Go, go, go, go, go, go.
Get out of here,
you stinking motherfucker.

Yo, Burns, what the fuck?
He`s going to chase his nuts.
Pace yourself!
l enjoy fucking with them.
Don`t you?

What excites me is breaking
his neck with my bare hands.

That`s fine, doctor,
but l assure you...

l intend to shoot that
son of a bitch myself first.

He better last long enough
to make it a challenge.

Trust me, he will.
Wait a second, Dad.
We won`t hunt him, will we?
Keep your voice down.
No, no, no.
He`s a human being.

He`s a homeless piece of shit.
He`s nothing.

He`s less than nothing.
Fuck that.
l won`t take any part in this.

You`re too much
like your mother.

l brought you out here to learn
something about yourself.

l spent fifty thousand dollars
for you to learn a lesson...

to develop an instinct
you don`t have...

and l`ll be damned
if you`re not going to learn it.

Don`t disappoint me, Derrick.
Now, come on.
Let`s have some breakfast.