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Chicken and Asian sit around, thinking about how much they loathe Brazilians as their plane crashes near Rio.
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| I hate Eduardo. He makes me sick. | |
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| I want to bash Eduardo in the fucking chops with a banjo. | |
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Meanwhile, in the nearby mountains of western Brazil, the plot to kill the Brazilian bastard begins.
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| I just don't understand why he won't love her! | |
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| They have so much in common, damnit! Is he blind to her love? | |
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Jennifer moves in for the kill.
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| Ooooh Eduardo! I'm coming for you, you fucking hearbreaking bastard! Say your fucking prayers! Oh, that's right, you can't...you're an ATHEIST. | |
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| My name is Eduardo. I like stringing Jen Boyer along. And I drink too much. | |
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