Pig Butcher then turns his attention to the girlfriend. The boyfriend tries to confront the Butcher, only to be quickly dealt with. He passes a media-filled bedroom to enter the master bedroom, containing two attractive blonde teenagers in an embrace. He grabs a displayed double barrel shotgun at the top of the stairs, proceeding down the hallway past yet another media living room he unloads the shotgun into a glasses-wearing teenager casually leaning against the wall in the hallway. The Pig Butcher then heads upstairs as lightning cracks. "She's upstairs! Go get her!" the phone shouts (indicating that society believes the phone messages Jacket alludes to in his trial are figments of his imagination). The Pig Butcher kills him, causing a solid pink phone (the same shade as the 50 Blessings pamphlets) to ring. The second attempts to escape through the front door, but inexplicably can't open it from the inside. The first teenager attempts to charge Pig Butcher with a baseball bat, but is dispatched easily.
He continues past a beer pong table to encounter two teenagers in the trashed media living room talking near a fish tank with a liquor bottle in it. The Pig Butcher passes a trashed study featuring an over turned desk and globe and filled with books and floppy disks. Pig Butcher walks into the main house over an already-off-its-hinges screen door, and passes both a smoke-filled kitchen containing a lit oven burner, a wine bottle tipped over in the sink, a bong and several pizza boxes, and a bathroom with green vomit in the toilet and bath tub, picking up a hammer as he does. He then performs an execution on the teenager, stomping in his head by a full trash bag. He is then instructed to use the door to knock down a cigarette smoking, tan teenager wearing a purple jacket and green hat. The scene begins with the Pig Butcher, played by Martin Brown, standing outside the backdoor of a house. A credit sequence rolls for Midnight Animal, showing that the film is distributed by Galaxy Films and produced by Rouven Blankenfeld.
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