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Brady-Smiths Script (Prologues on the bus, wait for Layth to finish, and bus to crash) St Peters Poem Driving down the Vegas highway, A group of seven people died one day The bus they had A drunken hag, One who drunk her life away With a bottle of chardonnay On the road the bus did sway As it slid off the road way With the people a heavy load The bus did flip right off the road Although each person died in pain A trip to heaven they did gain They sit outside the golden gate For my judgment they must wait Tell a tale to me today Ill decide which place you stay Who shall go first?! (Wait for Layths, Gabes, and Cathies stories) The three of you are just young fools Those who do not deserve gods jewels. You waste your own life with your judgement Instead of thinking of your punishment God himself does accept all Except for you three who did fall Off to hell you three do go Never to rise from the ashes below pound fist on table Who is next? (Wait for Jessica and Brenna to go) For the crimes you two did make For eternity you will ache God does not accept those who kill Whether it be by accident or pure will Im sorry to say you two shall pay And learn in time to rue the day

In punishment for the crimes you both commit You shall languish eternally in the fires of the pit (Brenna says, You shall rue the day!) pound fist on table (Wait for Jeff and Nick to finish) I see no crimes you two did make In life you two did never take. You learned to give, and live a life Instead of causing pain you relieved strife Thusly I see fit to reward, To grant you the paradise long adored, Except for you, my worthy bard, (point to nick) Youre due in the next realm over in As-guard.