Transcript
*music*
*sad music*
*Tryson's music*
Tristan, what have you done? T. Training. T, there's a goat roasting outside. Is that Rory's goat, T? Did you see any other goats in the house?
Goat shit on my floor. He put it in my fucking cars. Slumbered over my ass in seats. Fuck Rory. Fuck Rory's goat. He's gonna be devastated. I don't give a shit. He can't keep a goat here. Goats for one reason and one reason only. Today Shaggy's gonna fulfill his destiny.
We're gonna eat him. I'm gonna eat him, man. I told him I'd eat his fucking goat. You did tell him. You warned him.
- You've got my promises and my threats.
Hello, Roy.
How are you today?
Are you fucking kidding me?
Fuck, no way.
Rory. Has he cooked my fucking goat? Rory. Has he cooked fucking shaggy bro?
I'm sorry, Rory. Hey, is that gone?
Let's go.
This is a goat? Yes.
Oh my fucking god.
Is this Tristan's eye? I wonder if we're clear in there. Fuck!
Not for you. Bailey, I mean, you can't not have a Guinness at St. Patrick's Day, right? St. Patrick's Day. Where's that fuck for Tristan's?
I killed my goat. And now I need Guinness.