(SCENE: ERIC, JORDAN and MARC STAAL are at their parents’ house in Thunder bay, Ontario.)
MAMA STAAL: It’s so nice to have you boys here for Christmas, even if Jared is running a bit late. It’s just too bad that the dog ate our turkey…and the ham. And about six pies.
FATHER STAAL: Damn turkey wasn’t even thawed yet! It was still all frozen!
ERIC: That’s my Rockso!
MARC: That dog’s friggin’ indestructible.
JORDAN: It’s great that Rockso’s like 30 and still going strong, but now we don’t have much for dinner tomorrow.
ERIC: Don’t’ worry mom. Me, Jordan, and Marc will take care of it for you.
(A little later, after dark, ERIC, JORDAN, and MARC are walking in the forest. ERIC is carrying a rifle, while JORDAN is carrying a six back of beer and continually drinking)
MARC: Eric, if we’re getting stuff for mom, why are we in the woods with a gun? Why aren’t we going to the grocery store?
ERIC: Go to a grocery store at this time of year, and at this time of night? Scre