Bad Boy Bubby Page #3

rooster, aren't you?

What're you, f***ing

one of them greenies?

Hey! Come on, f*** off,

or I'll cut your prick off!

You f***ing idiot!

Go on, get out of it...

Come on!

Little...!

Come on, let's just get out of here.

You'll just come with me, sir!

You don't want any

trouble now, do you?

Come on! This way!

Yes, mate! Can I help you?

Err, printshop...

Get, get, get...!!

You try that again, mate,

and I'll call the cops!

Two of those wonderfully fattening

chocolate eclairs, please, Sam!

Here we are! Thanks.

Thank you, sweetie!

Yes!

Two of those wonderfully fattening

chocolate eclairs, please, Sam!

Two dollars! Thanks!

Thank you, sweetie!

Er, no, that'll be two

dollars, thanks, buddy!

Two of those wonderfully fattening

chocolate eclairs, please, Sam!

Thank you, sweetie!

I think we'd better find

out where you belong.

To take you back there.

Come on!

Yes.

I still look alright, don't I?

Get off the f***ing road,

you f***ing greenie bastard!

Get off the f***ing road,

you f***ing greenie bastard!

I don't like f***ing smart c*nts!

I saw what that

f***ing pig did to you...

Beer?

There's some down here.

I've gotta stop drinking.

I've gotta get my life in order.

Who wants it?

Bubby wants it!

Bubby!

Rip the scab off that one, mate!

We need more beer!

We need more beer!

Let's give him a taste

of what's to come!

Sure, a bit of rock'n'roll!

One! Two!

One-two-three!

#If you see Kay!

#Can you tell her I'm leaving?

#Can you tell her I'm losing my mind?

#If you see Kay!

#Can you tell her I'm leaving

#If you'd say until she says okay

#I've got to hear you say okay

#I've got to make her take away

#I can't figure it out any other way!

#F. U. C. K!

#Can you tell her I'll leave her?

#Can you tell her I'm losing my mind?

How's it, roadie?

I would never drive, mate!

Hey, Bubby!

Can you give us a hand, mate?

Bubby is the apprentice roadie.

That's good, Bubby.

Bubby is the apprentice roadie.

Yeah, just don't drop

the f***ing speaker, okay?

Just don't drop the

f***ing speaker, okay?

Oh, f***!

Jesus!

Alright?

Is this where the band

supposed to be?

Yeah.

Alright... Hm... What

time are you starting?

About an hour and half ago,

but nobody's turned up yet.

Want to come in?

We'll play!

I... don't think so.

I was hoping there'd be some girls.

No girls, mate, only music.

Thanks anyway!

Who was that?

I don't know. A neighbour complaining

about all the racket we were making.

Ah, very f***ing funny, mate.

He was a customer.

Where did he go?

How the f*** would I know?

Down the road to see another band!

And you just let him walk out!

What the f*** was I

supposed to do? Force him?

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