Hockey mask wearing, unkillable fellow with a fetish for sharp instruments.
I have an idea.
Obviously, you have some secret to eternal, regenerating life. You really need to figure out what keeps you ticking, despite being beheaded, buried and beset by maggots. Set on fire. Stabbed and run over and generally mutilated. Isolate that indestructible gene or cell or whatever.
Then, Jason, you bottle it! Yes, in a lovely little bottle with a pink label.
Next step: Either infomercial or QVC. Get some aging starlet--someone from the original Beverly Hills 90210 perhaps--to be your spokesmodel. Spokesmodel will never be your calling, Jason. Sell the stuff for $29.99 a bottle.
Give up the killing. Go for the marketing.
Camp Crystal Lake Anti-aging Anti-mortality Elixir.
We're going to be billionaires.
We're going to be billionaires.
LMAO! Oh you just slay me!
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