Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
A juggalo flings shovelfuls of dirt messily into a shallow grave, the remains of an APD officer slowly covered in soil. Hatchet watches over his follower’s shoulder with a sickening smirk. “See? Diggin’ graves ain’t too hard, is it?”
“Why the fuck do I gotta do it?” replies his follower with a sneer.
“Why?” Hatchet grabs the juggalo by his hair, pulling him close. “Because you’re my bitch. You got that? If I tell you to bury the body, you bury the fuckin’ body.”
“I’m just sayin’-“
“You ain’t sayin’ shit.” Hatchet smacks him on the back of the head, pushing him back towards the grave. “See, you do what I fuckin’ say because I run shit around here. Are you ganna look at all I gave ya and just spit in my fuckin’ face? I took you in, gave you all the drugs, neden, and partyin’ you could ever fuckin’ ask for, an in return, all I want you to do is be my little grave digger.”
Hatchet chuckles, spitting on the corpse. “Did you know Tombstone has his own personal grave digger? A real scrubby, worthless fuck just like you. Stoney snatched him up, gave him a purpose, and now Graves follows him wherever he goes. Need a grave dug up? He’ll do it. Need a stupid fuck to get his brains bashed in? Graveyboy is your man.” Hatchet smirks. “I bet he’d lick the sweat off of Stoney’s dusty old ball sack if he asked. Just shove his face down there and slobber all over ’em. You know why that is?”
“Because he’s… loyal?”
The Clown shakes his head, smacking his follower. “Because he’s his bitch. You aren’t listenin’, are ya? Gravedigger is so tied to Tombstone, so fuckin’ dependent on him for his purpose in life, that he doesn’t even have his own fuckin’ name. Everything you need to know about him is right there. Gravedigger. Just like you without me, he’s nothin’ without the man who took him under his wing. He don’t walk, talk, or shovel without gettin’ Tombstone’s approval. Without Six Feet Under, without the morgue? He’s fuckin’ nobody.”
More dirt hits the corpse as Hatchet’s follower keeps shoveling. “Are you sayin’ I’m nothing without you?”
Hatchet nods his head. “That’s exactly what I’m fuckin’ sayin’, dipshit. Everything you and the Gathering has? It’s because I wanted it that way. I told you to help beat the piss outta Burnin’ Fuckin’ Justice. You bitches did it because you knew if you didn’t? I’d take away everything you had. No pussy, no parties, no purpose. And when I get up to Olympus and take Tombstone’s bitch on in a street fight? I’m gonna take everything from him.”
“I’m gonna put him in the fuckin’ dirt. Dig that bitch’s grave with my own two hands. He caught a raw deal, but he should be happy I’m doin’ it for him.”
“Because he either gets let down by Tomsbstone.”
“Or he gets downed by the clown.”
Cut.