Blood Diner Page #3

Can I put you

on our mailing list?

We're planning

a special feast for...

Hey, will you

turn that thing down?

Special people.

It's going to be

a Lumerian feast.

I never heard of that.

That's because

there hasn't been one

since 5 million years B.C.

Buddy, why don't you

turn that thing down?

How can you

stand that homo sport?

That hurts.

- Connie.

- Ooh. Oh, Mommy.

What a lovely name.

Do come see us again, Connie.

Thank you. I will.

Bye.

Mm, I bet she's a virgin.

Come on, girls!

And up! Out!

Yeah, come on, girls!

Out! Yeah, come on! Let's go!

All right!

Up, out! Yeah, come on!

Can you believe Connie could

pass up a chance like this?

'Cause her dad's a cop.

That's 'cause her dad's a jerk!

All right, girls!

Listen up!

I've gotta some more tape,

but remember, this is going

on cable coast to coast.

Not enough to be the only nude

aerobicizing cheerleaders here.

We've gotta be the best

nude aerobicizing cheerleaders!

Tony, take over.

Come on, girls! And...

up, out! Yeah, come on!

Let's go!

Ohh!

At least eight tongues

must be set aside

for proper aging.

Discard the vocal cords

and any surrounding tissue,

or use them

for tomorrow's veggie patties.

Am I doing this right,

- Uncle Anwar?

- That's right!

Remove only one unblemished limb

from each of the tramps.

The body of Sheetar

must be a composite,

as she is a goddess

of many facets,

but it must be fair

and appealing to the eye,

especially the head.

To choose the wrong one

would be a desecration.

My name is Sheetar.

Oh, Jesus.

Okay, take this one on down.

Eww.

Charlie, take a look

at this over here.

Hold it.

Right.

Ah, come on over here,

give me a hand here.

Uh, we get more bags down there?

Uh, call someone down.

Get some bags.

Ohh. Jesus, Mary, Joseph.

God damn that son of a...

For God's sake, be careful, man!

Sorry, Chief.

Shh... Uhh! God.

Well, what do you

make of it, Mark?

Looks like someone had

a do-it-yourself

lunch-meat party.

- Ohh!

- Chief's getting tough.

Sorry, Mark.

Perhaps I went too far.

But I will not tolerate

any disrespect

for human life on my force!

That's okay, Chief.

A good detective,

no matter how hard he becomes,

can't lose his sense of decency.

I'm glad you feel that way.

Now, before we haul this goulash

off to forensics,

what do you make of it?

Could be the work

of the same killer.

More likely two, judging from

the disproportionate bite marks

on this forearm.

Mark Shepard, meet

Sheba Jackson, your new partner.

Bite marks. Cannibals?

You know, there's a biker group

called the Cannibals,

but they... they've never

gone to this extreme.

Besides, they're supposed

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