That poor little Vorhees boy. I feel sorry for him, I really do. All he wanted to do was go swimming. It was hot that day at Camp Crystal Lake. A dip would've been refreshing. Too bad the little window-licker couldn't swim. He drown and that was all she wrote.
Mommy went berserk and started killing those fornicating camp counselors, she lost her head and Jason returns from the dead for the first time [How come he drowned as a little boy but is a full grown man when he come back to life?] and the real massacres begin. That Jason is one industrious fellow. Who knows what the actual body count is? How many angst-ridden, sexually active teenagers lost there lives thanks to him. He Ruined Summer Camp. Hell he ruined outer space there for a while. He even went toe to toe with Freddy! And it all began because no one ever taught him to swim.
That's a shame.
When I have children I'm going to make sure they all take swimming lessons and so prevent them from turning into homicidal maniacs. There's a lesson to be learned here people.
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