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conversations.value: a plot for a book about Dana, Marty, Sitterson entitled The Cabin in the Woods. End with the sentence '\nDeciding that humanity is not worth saving, Dana and Marty share a joint as the Ancient One stirs, its giant hand emerging from beneath the temple floor, destroying the cabin and the Facility.'.
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conversations.value: The Cabin in the Woods: In a high tech underground facility, senior technicians Gary Sitterson (Richard Jenkins) and Steve Hadley (Bradley Whitford) discuss plans for a mysterious ritual.\nA similar operation undertaken by their counterparts in Stockholm has just ended in failure.\nAmerican college students Dana Polk (Kristen Connolly), Holden McCrea (Jesse Williams), Marty Mikalski (Fran Kranz), Jules Louden (Anna Hutchison), and Curt Vaughan (Chris Hemsworth) are spending their weekend at a seemingly deserted cabin in the forest, a cabin recently acquired by Vaughan\'s cousin.\nFrom their underground facility where they possess significant technological control over the area in which the cabin is situated, Sitterson and Hadley manipulate the teenagers by intoxicating them with mind-altering drugs that hinder rational thinking and increase libido.\nThey take bets from the different Facility departments (from around the world) as to what kind of monster they want to attack the teenagers and discuss the failures of similar rituals in other nations.\nIn the cabin\'s cellar, the group finds many bizarre objects, including the diary of Patience Buckner, a cabin resident abused by her sadistic family.\nDana recites incantations from the journal, inadvertently summoning the zombified Buckner family despite Marty\'s warnings.\nBy releasing pheromones, Hadley successfully induces Curt and Jules to have sex.\nAttacked by the marauding Buckner zombies, Jules is decapitated while Curt escapes to alert the group.\nMarty, a frequent marijuana smoker, discovers concealed surveillance equipment before being dragged off by one of the Buckners and seemingly killed.\nLater, the Facility workers learn that the ritual in Japan has also ended in failure, ending Japan\'s streak of success, and confirming that the American ritual is humanity\'s last hope.\nIt becomes apparent that the ritual involves blood sacrifice.\nCurt, Holden, and Dana attempt to escape in their RV, but Sitterson triggers a tunnel collapse manually after the Demolitions team didn\'t get the order for it.\nCurt jumps a ravine on his motorcycle in an attempt to flee and alert the authorities, only to crash into a camouflaged force shield, killing him.\nHolden and Dana retreat to the RV to plan their next move, but one of the Buckners, hiding within all along, stabs Holden as they are driving away, resulting in the RV crashing and sinking into a lake.\nDana escapes and swims ashore and is beset in turn.\nAs she is attacked, Sitterson, Hadley, and their staff celebrate her impending death and the successful completion of their ritual, viewing the events from their underground facility.\nThe celebration is interrupted by a phone call from "downstairs" pointing out that Marty has survived.\nHis heavy marijuana use has apparently rendered him immune to Sitterson and Hadley\'s manipulations.\nMarty rescues Dana and shows her to a hidden elevator he discovered under a grave.\nThey take the elevator into the underground facility, where a menagerie of monsters, utilized by Sitterson and Hadley, are imprisoned.\nDana correlates them with the objects in the cabin\'s cellar and realizes that those items gave victims the opportunity to choose the circumstances that will lead to their deaths during the ritual.\nCornered by the facility\'s security personnel, she and Marty release the multitude of monsters, including zombies, a werewolf, a basilisk, wraiths, a unicorn, and a merman, among others who wreak havoc and slaughter the staff.\nFleeing further, Dana and Marty discover a temple where they are confronted by The Director (Sigourney Weaver).\nShe explains that, every year, worldwide rituals are held to appease the Ancient Ones; malevolent beings living beneath the surface of the earth, one of them under their own Facility.\nThe Ancient Ones are kept in perpetual slumber through their annual ritual, shown to be unique to the tropes of each region.\nThe American slasher film ritual requires the killing of five young people embodying certain archetypes: the whore (Jules), the athlete (Curt), the scholar (Holden), the fool (Marty), and the virgin (Dana).\nThe order in which intended victims perish is flexible, so long as the Whore dies first and the Virgin survives or dies last.\nThe Director urges Dana to shoot Marty, completing the ritual and thus saving humanity.\nBut the standoff is interrupted by a Werewolf that attacks Dana.\nThe zombie Patience Buckner suddenly appears and kills the Director.\nDeciding that humanity is not worth saving, Dana and Marty share a joint as the Ancient One stirs, its giant hand emerging from beneath the temple floor, destroying the cabin and the Facility.
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conversations.value: the first five paragraphs for this book
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conversations.value: The Cabin in the Woods
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  He held his mug beneath the coffee dispenser, setting on "strong." He'd have used "nuclear" strength if it existed; it was going to be a long day, and he was tired. Beside him Steve Hadley sighed, and Sitterson smiled to himself.
  Hadley paused in tearing open a chip bag, staring at Sitterson as if, for a moment, he was going to rip open his own friend's throat.
  Still laughing, trying to calm himself, Sitterson picked up the white cooler box at his feet and went after him.
  She might have been beautiful if she wasn't so tense, and she mightn't have been so tense if she didn't choose to tie her hair back so tightly. Sometimes Sitterson thought that Lin must employ the aid of some arcane preening device to pull her hair back so far each morning. And just to make him more firmly convinced of his generalizations, she was quite patently mad.
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conversations.value: four more paragraphs. Start with the sentence 'He must have knocked the table with his leg as he rushed by, and the lamp on top had wobbled and smashed after he'd turned the latch'.
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conversations.value: He must have knocked the table with his leg as he rushed by, and the lamp on top had wobbled and smashed after he'd turned the latch.
  It was a moment that punched him in the gut. Amongst all the chaos, thumping, shouting from outside, and his own terrified panting, it was the sight of the smallest thing that finally succeeded in knocking Marty's breath out of him.
  He could have mouthed obscenities or flipped them the finger, but that wouldn't do anything to help him right now.
  As he pulled the wire taut and started following it around the room—across the floor, along the skirting to the corner, then up to where a small hole was drilled in the ceiling's corner—the realization dawned that he'd been made to look like a complete dick.
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conversations.value: the last four paragraphs
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conversations.value: Then he stood unsteadily and limped over to where Dana lay bleeding. He sat by her side, brushing bloody tears from her cheek. She smiled. Her chest and stomach had been shredded by the werewolf, and there was a bite mark on her throat that must have been one move away from ripping it open. But she was still alert, and she grabbed onto his hand.
  The chamber shook, the stone slabs cracked, dust filled the air from above, and then something else crashed down and exploded across the slab: a battered suitcase, its innards consisting of old 8 mm film reels. They rolled in ever-decreasing circles and then came to a stop.
  And something was rising. Thumps came from far below, distant at first, and then closer and closer, and to Marty they sounded for all the world like something climbing the walls of that bottomless hole.
  No human eye bore witness to the cabin exploding apart, nor the giant, gnarled hand that emerged from its splintered heart, nor the arm that powered it a hundred feet into the air, fingers flexing and scratching at the night.