the hangover 3

chapter four

After a very hard time of getting out of those zip ties, we were now getting gas.

"Holy shit." Phil huffed as he walked towards Stu and I, "What are we gonna do guys?"

"We're gonna go to the police." Stu quickly said.

"Fuck no." I shot back.

"Did you hear that guy? He will kill Doug, period." Phil told Stu, "Chow is a cancer, he has been a cancer since the first day we met him. So we're gonna hand him over to this guy Marshall and then it's done."

   "Hey, Phil-" Alan was cut off by Phil.

   "Alan, not now!" Phil huffed, "Sophie and I need you, Stu. We can't do this alone."

   "Do what alone? We have no idea where he even is!" Stu complained.

   "For five seconds, can you not be so negative!" I shouted.

   "Phil?" Alan called out again.

   "What, Alan?" Phil groaned annoyed.

   "Well, I was just gonna say, I got this strange email the other day, I wasn't sure what it meant. But now I think it's from Chow." Alan said as he looked down at his phone.

   Phil quickly snatched Alan's phone and read the email, " 'Fatty, it feels good to be out. I'm close by. Tell no one, I'll be in touch. Chow.' " The second we heard Chow we all looked up at Alan annoyed, "This says Chow." Phil pointed at the phone.

   "How did you not realize that was from Chow?" I questioned him.

   "At the time, I thought it was chow like goodbye. You know like ciao, arrivederci, sbarro, papa johns." Alan explained.

   "You are so dumb." I rolled my eyes.

   "I'm writing back." Phil muttered, "I'm gonna tell him you're happy he's out and that you'd love to see him." Phil started typing on the phone.

   Alan pulled his ring pop out of his mouth with a pop, "Ooh, I would love to see him!" He smiled.

   Stu and I turned our heads angrily towards Alan, "Do you even know what's going on?" Stu asked him.

   "Yeah? Do you realize how serious this is?" I quickly added.

   "Yes, I do. Phil's doing all the work, I'm his assistant, Soph, you're here being the hot girl of the group, and Stu, you're standing their like an idiot." Alan dumbly said.

   "I'm not even going to acknowledge what you just said." I sighed.

   "I'm gonna arrange a meeting. We're gonna take him out." Phil muttered.

   "Take him out? Who says that?" Stu whipped his head towards Phil.

   "Yeah, what is this? Goodfellas?" I joked.

   "How do we even take someone out?" Stu asked us all.

   "We use drugs. Prescription drugs." Phil told us, "Ya know the kind a dentist has access to." He nodded his head at Stu.

   "Ooh, I like that." I smiled.

   "Good luck finding a dentist who will write fake prescriptions." Stu angrily said.

   "Oh, I know one. His name is Staurt Price." Phil shot back, "Now, let's go find a fucking pharmacy." He shouted, making his way towards the car.

   "Yeah. So, get your ass in the fucking car." I huffed.
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"I feel like I'm gonna be sick." I groaned.