100 Bloody Acres Page #2

on Sunshine 626.

- Bugger.

- What is it?

The ad, he promised

to start playing it today.

You've got your own ad ?

Yeah.

Oh, that's you on the

side of the truck?

Yup.

You're like a local

celebrity or something.

Nah.

Well... just kinda.

- Come on, Jeeze, Bernie !

- Yeah, come on, Bernie !

Another superbly crafted

Wesley wang -dang.

- A masterpiece.

- Mm- mm.

Hey, you're not going

to smoke now, eh ?

Why not ?

Dude, think of all the methane here.

- It'll blow us up.

- Bullshit.

Yeah, there's three

different kinds, apparently.

Okay.

But you and I are

busting this bad boy

as soon as we get there.

Sure.

We shall do some acid then.

Uh, no, man, I'm good.

They are blue Sunshines.

Yeah, I just want to keep a

head straight this weekend.

- Thanks.

- Suit yourself.

Mm.

Business is good, then?

Demand's picked up, that's for sure.

Good for you.

And we just landed a contract

with Charlie Wick and Sons.

They sell these parts to Big Chicken.

You know ?

Oh, yeah, the chicken guys?

They are big.

Yes, I guess...

I guess that's good news for us.

For me.

Rich and famous.

Aw, just a little bit.

I could never would move back here.

Hey? You from Yandoit?

Oh, no, not here, but, you know...

from the country.

Oh, I thought you were

one of them city... slickers.

I am, sort of.

Dad shipped me off to boarding school

when he was 13 and I never came back.

Oh, you'll love it out here then.

There's always something going on.

Right.

Uh, you've got Dazzlers in town

if you need a feed.

Uh, we Fairylands, state's

best kept secret.

Oh, I hope you don't miss it, they're

only open third Sunday of the month.

What else we got?

Your own local mystery.

- Huh?

- That Salvo Six thing.

Oh, that was... really...

No, no it's Penny White Hill.

Really sad.

You and your boyfriend

should go check that out.

Boyfriends.

Oh, sorry. That just slipped out.

- I didn't mean to.

- Are you on to me?

Nah, nah, nah, no, I don't

know nothing about anything.

Look, I'm not an angel,

Reg, but I reckon,

on holiday, a pretty good girlfriend.

Yeah, of course you have.

You know what's like, right?

Sometimes in the heat of the moment

you do stupid things.

You never know then,

I reckon youse got to say

to hell with the consequences.

We are only flesh and blood.

And bone.

Hah, that's funny.

Hey, do you know what's on her?

Did I ever tell you about

a fat German backpacker

I caught crabs off Ibiza, man?

I had to shave my

balls and everything.

The last time I lower

my standards, man.

Sorry, what, your standards?

Hey, you may not think it, buddy,

but I've thought you've grown

up since I saw you guys last.

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