If Eddie can't read or write, how did he know how to spell "The Fat Twat Is Dead. Hooray! Piss Here."?
Richie: (After drinking pig spirm) Oh god, oh god, oh god how infanitly depressing. Surely things can't get any worse than this... Eddie: Oh yes they can... Richie: How? Eddie: Well, this could happen. Richie: What? (Eddie continuously knees Richie in the face)
(Reading the neon sigh of Eddie's Bar) Richie: Edies Bra...
Richie's gravestone: Here Lies the Fat Twat, Piss Here.
Richie: Oooohhhh, ooooooohhhhhhh, oh, oh, oh, Ohhhhhh, Oh, Eddie!
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