Chris Rea: The Road to Hell & Back Page #2

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to alcoholic, mentally-ill

fortune-tellers.

That's me.

All while the rides are in

dangerously bad condition.

Whoa, I told Remy

to tell Augie to fix 'em.

That buck has been passed.

Well, yeah, right,

but still, I mean,

one of us has to

maintain a safe park,

you know, so our customers

don't die on the rides.

Well, I guess we gotta

figure out who's

gonna do that, you or me?

Well, since you're

the manager...

420!

See you tomorrow.

Awesome, all right,

thank you so much

for all the stuff you do, Cleb,

whatever that is, bud.

Uh...

Jab, jab, jab, jab.

- You're goin' down!

- Boom, boom!

Watch out now.

Ah, sh*t.

So, dude, after break,

we need you to order

some parts for The Gates.

Not this time.

The park is done.

- What?

- What?

The park is done?

Bullshit.

We just a letter from the bank.

The place is bankrupt.

Bankrupt?

How could you let this happen?

Me?! This place is

a dinosaur, man.

Other parks have

roller-coasters

that rearrange your organs.

We got a squirt gun balloon race

and a needle-exchange

program.

Curt, remember the three of us

were gonna bro-out here forever?

I don't know what to tell ya.

Maybe I'll go to college.

Oh, really, bro? Awesome, man.

Yeah, just go to college, dude.

Come on.

What, are you gonna major in roofies

with a minor in

let's-get-the f***-out-of-here?

I'm sorry you don't have

a fallback plan, Remy.

Maybe you should go ask

that fortune-teller

Madame Zonar

for some career advice.

Let's go see if the bearded lady

will give you a beej.

I'll go get the chloroform.

Curt, steal that clown's knife.

Yeah! We should

carve our names in the pier

and after high school,

if we're still hanging out

at this park, we'll all slit

our wrist with that knife.

The fool again?

Did I shuffle these?

Ah, you were expected.

You knew I was gonna come?

I am Zonar, I know all.

Wow. What am I thinking right now?

I sense you are haunted

by the dark underlords of the sea.

Ha! Not even close.

I was thinking about

sucking my own dick

in front my family on Easter.

That is not the first time

I have been told that by a man.

Ah, where was I?

'Tis the sad fate of the cynic

to miss the offerings of the spirits.

The power is within you, child,

should you choose

to look for a sign.

Ugh, look for a sign, really?

It's that simple?

What?

The book of Bee-el-ze-bub.

Is the Devil crying?

Wow!

What is it?

Oh, I was just wondering where

you got this book.

A spirit bequeathed it

as an offering

from the dark lord.

A dark lord queefed it on you?

What does that mean?

Can I borrow it?

No, this isn't a library.

I know, it's a

lez-brary,

filled with creepy old ladies.

Don't worry,

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