Black Sheep Page #2

Oh, here he is now.

- Kia ora, Auntie.

- Henry:
Tucker.

Flash threads, bro.

So you a model now or something?

I'm doing I.T.

Internet stuff.

Oh. Nude modeling.

And you're manager now?

Well, your brother's hardly young

farmer of the year, is he?

Angus seems to think he's

got a handle on things.

The only thing he's

got a handle on is his...

Okay, farm boy,

let's see your stuff.

Sure.

Okay.

Come on.

Yah!

What happened to you,

darling?

Give us a hand, bro!

L... I just need

to make a phone call.

Jesus, man.

Just gonna shove her

back over the fence.

Hey!

- Tucker:
Hands up?

- Hands up!

It's okay.

It's okay.

I'll protect you.

Girl:

Grant!

Grant?

Is this gonna take long?

Because I've got a taxi waiting.

If you fascists

have hurt him,

I will organize the biggest

sit-in this farm has ever seen.

Look, we don't know

where your friend is, okay?

- Maybe my brother could help?

- Brother?

Angus Oldfield.

I should have known

you were an Oldfield.

I can see it

in your aura.

I think that was just something

he stepped in back there, eh?

- No, you have a very selfish aura.

- What?

How would you like a taste

of what you're dishing out?

Safety's on.

- What?

- The safety's on.

Just...

yeah, on the other side.

Back a bit.

And down.

Back and down.

Up.

Here here, here.

Yeah.

There we go, here.

Yeah, right.

...they were like,

looking around at us and...

What about me?

Can we give you

a ride somewhere?

Maybe to the car

so I can, um...

Tucker:

Organize your sit-in?

Wait for my...

for Grant.

I'm Henry, this is Tucker.

What's your name?

- Experience.

- Has been so far.

So why were you

going to shoot me, Experience?

Because this farm subjects

innocent animals

to cruel and sadistic

torture. Because...

Smoke.

- You coming?

- Um...

Mike?

Mike!

Oh my God.

What?

The feng shui

in this room is terrible.

Anyone there?

Mike?

Oh God.

Jesus, man,

it's not gonna bite.

- What's it doing?

- What is wrong with you?

- Ovinophobia, my therapist calls it.

- What's that?

Just a completely

unfounded and irrational fear

that one day

this is gonna happen!

Well, this happens when

you run the most reckless

genetic engineering program

in the southern hemisphere.

- Who engineered that?

- Your brother.

Mike.

Come on then,

muttonchops!

Bugger me.

Shoot it again!

That'll give you something

to talk to your therapist about.

Experience:

Oh, I'm going to be sick!

Oh sh*t.

Oh sh*t.

Kia ora.

Kia ora, kia ora.

Rattle your dags,

Henry!

There we go.

Good girls.

They're fine.

Tucker:

You get Henry. I'll start the car.

God, your chi

is in shambles.

Huh?

Take a deep breath.

You need

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