Chasers Page #2

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That's hard to believe.

Why's that?

Let's just say l've been

doing this job for a while.

Meaning what?

l could see you from

a mile away, slick.

That tailored uniform, a wad of bills

in your pocket...

...you look like the poster boy

for petty crime.

Maybe not even so petty.

Leave it alone, it's broken.

Two bacon chilidogs, large fries

and a large root beer.

Hey, buddy.

That won't do you no good.

lt's broken.

l'll take your order.

Well, two bacon chilidogs,

a large fries and a large root beer.

We got no bacon chilidogs.

-Since when?

-Since l've worked here.

Wait, l've been here at least

50 times. l always have those dogs.

So what?

-l'll have a Flying Pig burger.

-l'm not finished.

Just giving you time to look.

Come on, pop. What'll it be?

Pop?

Listen up, we can always go

somewhere else to eat.

What? Oh, no.

You'd take your business elsewhere?

Hey, you know what?

Beat it!

-What?!

-Go f*** yourself!

l'm gonna kill you, you f***ing pig!

Oh, great.

Next food, 68 miles.

Pop!

l should've popped him,

that civilian weenie.

How old are you?

That's not the point.

The point is, he had no manners.

That's what's wrong with this country.

You're just not good with people.

You're pushing it.

You're great when

they're wearing cuffs.

Otherwise you got as much charm as

a bulldozer. l'll give you advice--

l gave you some when we started

this detail.

Don't hit people head-on. lf you

want something, try the back door.

-That's usually open.

-Like your mouth.

Go on.

Ollie North's a fag!

Welcome to Jarhead City.

Look at them.

Why do we despise jarheads so much?

Why?!

Yeah, like it's a given:

Marine equals dogshit. How come?

Because they're a**holes!

Yeah, right. l forgot.

They don't know what they're

coming into.

Those little fish heads.

The little fish boys.

That ain't a toy. Holster it.

Think of that as decorative.

Don't touch the thing.

The sh*t hits the fan,

l'll be the one who drops him.

Now, remember,

four-fifths of this job is attitude.

lf you're tough,

they won't f*** with you.

From now on, you're mean.

God help us.

Here they come.

Here they are.

Go ahead.

The fun is about to begin, boys.

Hey, Banger!

Douche bag!

Oh, Rock!

Rock, Rock, Rock.

-Got a new partner there.

-Yeah.

-Real pretty boy.

-Are we gonna wait here all day?

That all depends, sir.

What are you here for?

One seaman, second class,

Tony Johnson.

Tony Johnson? Give me that thing.

Can't this be done out there?

Gotta make sure everything's in order.

They just sent two of you

for this prisoner?

No. There's some cheese-dick

like you hiding behind us.

l gotta get out.

You don't like tight spots?

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