texts: Eight times. </s> <s> Eight times.  They've burned him, dipped him in nuclear waste -- </s> <s> -- But this time they bombed him and then cremated the body.
labels: They coulda danced a jig on it an' fed it to goats -- don't matter.  Ya' can't kill Jason by gettin' rid of his body.  He'll come back the way he always do, to drag the kiddies into the darkness and crush their little skulls -- maybe even your skull, Mr. Campbell.