Heh, heh.

    "Bud fucks squirrels!"

    "Bud fucks squirrels," says Bud.

    Ha!

    "Bud wakes up every morning, poops and eats it, and then goes back to sleep."

    "Bud wakes up every morning, poops and eats it..."

    Ha!  Ha!  Ha!

    You're laughing so hard that you lose the tension in your leg muscles and the motorboat's propeller grinds your nads.

    "Agh!" you scream.

    "...and then goes back to sleep.  Agh!" says Bud.

    "Fuck!  Fuck!" you yell, blood pouring from between your legs.

    "Fuck.  Fuck," says Bud.

    "Stop the damn motor, Bud, you fuckin' bastard!"

    "Stop the damn motor..." repeats Bud.

    Frustrated and in agonizing pain, you lunge for the motor's stop button.

    Your hands grope for it blindly as the motor grinds your abdomen.

    You can't find the stupid stop button!

    The propeller slices your insides thoroughly as you hands beat the motor, desperately trying to make it stop.

    Finally, too late to save your own life, your hand whacks the little red stop button, and the motor comes to a stop.

    "...Bud, you fuckin' bastard," says Bud.

    He smiles to himself evilly, chuckles, then kicks your head off the edge of the boat.

    "Bud, you fuckin' bastard," he repeats, smiling.
 

Your final score is:

18873