Bounty Killer Page #2

- Yeah?

There, you c*nt.

And what's his problem?

Bad manners and a face

that'd make his mum reach

for a hammer. [ chuckles ]

Don't usually get

gypsies this far east.

They raided a Green Tie hideout

at some caves just south of here.

Stole all the kids to brainwash 'em

into raving-mad killers.

Bloody animals, really,

the gypsies are.

Good tippers, though.

20% every time.

Oh, bleeding hell.

Oh, another headless wonder.

Come on. How am I supposed

to ID 'em without a f***ing head?

Relax, Willy.

I've got his business card.

Pile of crusted rubbish

is what it is.

Oh, and it smells

like a fat man's rotten yarbles.

I shall have to deduct

some money for the lack of head.

Are you giving me sh*t, Willy?

It's simple, you silly sod.

No head, no bounty.

You have no idea

how far up my ass the Council is

about the state of these bodies.

Well, you know where

you can tell 'em to shove it.

Now, don't you blaspheme

the Council in here,

or you'll end up

like your pal Harry.

Harry?

Who's Harry?

Mary Death, your angel face

is a sight for these weary eyes.

Thanks, Willy, but I'm no angel.

Well, pickle my todger.

Another pile ofjustice

from Mary Death.

So who's this Harry

everyone's so wild about?

- Give me that.

- [ laughs ]

Oh, what's the big deal?

He's just some small-time collar.

- [ beeps ]

- [ laughs ]

Wait a minute.

Is this your snitch?

- No.

- [ laughs ]

He is. Hmm.

Very interesting.

DRIFTER:
Just let it go.

MARY:

Uh-huh. All right.

- I'm serious.

- Okay.

He's all yours.

Crabby.

Hey, sorry. Just-

MARY:
Holy sh*t!

CADDY:
Aah! Aah! I-

I just wanted to say

I'm the best gun caddy ever.

If you would just give me

one chance to prove it.

Bloody hell, kid.

You know this knob shiner?

It's just that what

you do means so much,

and I want to be a part of it.

Ha ha ha.

Oh, you'd be better off hiring

one of these working stiffs.

Ah, he's got guts.

All right, who have you

carried guns for?

Okay, good question.

One, Black Betty,

two, Cracker Boone-

both top bounty killers.

Drifter, did you hear that?

Black Betty and Cracker Boone.

Hmm.

Good luck, kid.

Make sure to keep

a fresh mag handy,

and, um, always stay to his left.

- Yep.

- He likes that.

- [ laughs ]

- Willy.

WILLY:

All right, all right.

Don't get your tits in a twist.

Slabbing up your bodies

is always a pleasure, my darling.

The pleasure's all mine.

[ laughs ]

Bless you, love.

See you around.

Drifter...

get this mangy mutt out of here.

You know the rules.

Just go, and gas up my bike.

We have to go find Harry.

CADDY:
Yep!

Oh, my God.

Gun caddy coming through!

[ cheering ]

[ bird squawks ]

I'm all right!

- [ cheering ]

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