[crickets chirping]
[alarm blaring]
[panting]
[elevator descending]
[elevator dings]
[breathing heavily]
[low growling]
[screaming]
[Mike] Something is coming. Something hungry for blood.
A shadow grows on the wall behind you, swallowing you in darkness.
-It is almost here. -What is it?
What if it's the Demogorgon?
Oh, Jesus, we're so screwed if it's the Demogorgon.
It's not the Demogorgon.
An army of troglodytes charge into the chamber!
-Troglodytes? -Told ya. [chuckling]
-[snorts] -[all chuckling]
[softly] Wait a minute.
Did you hear that?
That... that sound?
Boom... boom...
-[yells] Boom! -[slams table]
That didn't come from the troglodytes. No, that...
That came from something else.
-The Demogorgon! -[all groaning]
-We're in deep shit. -Will, your action!
-I don't know! -Fireball him!
I'd have to roll a 13 or higher!
Too risky. Cast a protection spell.
-Don't be a pussy. Fireball him! -Cast Protection.
The Demogorgon is tired of your silly human bickering!
It stomps towards you.
-Boom! -Fireball him!
-Another stomp, boom! -Cast Protection.
-He roars in anger! -[all clamoring]
-Fireball! -[die clattering]
-Oh, shit! -[Lucas] Where'd it go?
[Lucas] Where is it? [Will] I don't know!
-Is it a 13? -[Will] I don't know!
[Lucas] Where is it? [Dustin] Oh, my God!
[Karen] Mike! [Dustin] Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
[Karen] Mike! [Lucas] Can you find it yet?
[Will] No, I can't find it!
-Mike! -[Dustin] Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
Mom, we're in the middle of a campaign!
You mean the end? Fifteen after.
[Lucas] Oh, my God! Freaking idiot! [Will] Why do we have to go?
-Mom, wait, just 20 more minutes! -It's a school night, Michael.
I just put Holly to bed. You can finish next weekend.
-But that'll ruin the flow! -Michael--
I'm serious, Mom.
The campaign took two weeks to plan.
How was I supposed to know it was gonna take ten hours?
You've been playing for ten hours?
-Dad, don't you think that 20 more-- -I think you should listen to your mother.
-[static crackling on TV] -[grunts] Dang dumb piece of junk.
[Will] Oh, I got it!
-Does the seven count? -It was a seven?
Did Mike see it? Then it doesn't count.
[Dustin] Yo, hey, guys.
-Does anyone want this? -[both] No.
[Nancy] Yeah.
No, I don't think...
Yeah, he's cute.
Barb, no, I don't think so.
-Barb, you're not-- -Hey, Nancy.
There's a slice left if you want it.
-Sausage and pepperoni! -Hold on.
-There's something wrong with your sister. -What are you talking about?
-She's got a stick up her butt. -[Lucas] Yeah.
It's because she's been dating that douchebag, Steve Harrington.
[Dustin] Yeah, she's turning into a real jerk.
She's always been a real jerk.
Nuh-uh, she used to be cool.
Like that time she dressed up as an elf for our Elder tree campaign.
[Mike] Four years ago!
[Dustin] Just saying. [Lucas] Later.
-It was a seven. -Huh?
The roll, it was a seven.
The Demogorgon, it got me.
[grunts] See you tomorrow.
[Lucas] Good night, ladies. [Dustin] Kiss your mom 'night for me.
Race you back to my place? Winner gets a comic.
-Any comic? -Yeah.
[Dustin] Hey! Hey!
I didn't say "go"!
Get back here!
I'm gonna kill you!
[Will] I'll take your X-Men 134!
Son of a bitch.
[gasps]
[grunts]
[whimpers]
[indistinct growling]
[gasps]
[Will panting]
[dog barking]
Mom?
-Jonathan? Mom? -[barking continues]
[indistinct screeching]
[line ringing]
-Hello? Hello? -[static crackling]
[indistinct screeching]
[barking]
[whimpering]
[growling]
-[dial tone] -[barking continues]
[panting]
[breathing shakily]
[growling]
[indistinct screeching]
[screeching intensifies]
[screeching stops]
[theme music playing]
[indistinct chatter on TV]