Talk:The Costume Contest!/@comment-32510087-20181104021835

Alternate Ending:

Brooklyn T. Guy: Got to hell. Get the hell out of here.

Mario: It's my fucking house, assholes! You get the hell out!

Tyrone: Excuse me!?

Mario: Yeah, I said. Now beat it!

Brooklyn T. Guy: Hey, pal! You're the one that brought us all over here to this stupid costume contest for nothing!

Mario: Well, you're the one that got in my face earlier with all your dumbass talk about illegalizing pumpkin carving, which, with a lack of a better term, the most retarding thing I've ever heard in my life, apart from every other retarded nonsense I get through.

Brooklyn T. Guy: Hey! I told you carving a pumpkin classifies a murder!

Mario: I don't care! Get out! I'm not gonna say it again! Go toss your bullshit into someone else's face for a change. That goes for you, too, dick!

Tyrone: What?!

Mario: That's right, now go! Out! All of you! Out!

Then everyone dejectedly and angrily start to leave out of the house, grumbling under their breaths, before Mario slams the door on them. The Jeffy come up to him.

Jeffy: So, daddy, when can I get candy.

Mario: Just go to bed, Jeffy. Halloween's canceled this year.

Jeffy: HORSESHIT!

Mario: Yeah, horseshit! I get accused of murder just for carving a pumpkin on Halloween, then this devil guy to make me start this dumb costume contest, only for him to pick himself as the winner, make all of us, but mostly me, look like idiots. So, yeah, this has been the stupidest Halloween ever! Fuck this holiday.

Jeffy: Why you do that?