The Door never opened. The Boy and Dude 2 wait there but no one entered
Finally, the door breaks down and Dude 1 comes in firing. Dude 2 collapses. Blood spurts out of his chest and his eyes stare perplexed at the ceiling of the mansion
Dude 1 turns to The Boy when...
THE BOY: STOP. LETS TALK
Dude 1 lowers his gun
THE BOY (CONT'D): Take the bullets out
Dude 1 empties his magazine and puts the gun down. He sits next to The Boy
THE BOY: Why are you doing this?
Dude 1 breaks down
DUDE 1: You wanna know why I do this? Cause I hate f**ers like you. You got all this money but what do you do? You die but why the f** do you have all this? There's no reason you should live like this. I mean what are you good at?
[NO MOUTH EMOJI]
DUDE 1 (CONT'D): Exactly. You don't know. You just sit around, tweet sh**, and don't give a single f** and that sickens me. I ain't got sh** and you still want more? f** you
THE BOY: I just don't wanna be Tyrese
DUDE 1: f** you. f** Tyrese. f** Money. f** p**y. f** Drugs. fu*k YOU! I got nothing!
THE BOY: You can have it all. Can I just have my phone?
DUDE 1 (THROWS PHONE): f** your sh**. (EXITS)
The Boy catches the phone but he just stares at it. He realizes everything
He realizes the internet f**ed him over. The internet had dictated his life. He was psychologically f**ed
He realized what Roscoe's Wetsuit was
He turns off the phone and picks up the gun that Dude 1 left and the fallen magazine and shoots
f** the Internet
*******[PLAY SONG "LIFE: THE BIGGEST TROLL" AT THIS POINT]*******