Comrade X Page #3

HOW THE LADY TALKED

ABOUT THE KREMLIN.

WELL, I GUESS

IT'S CHEAP, AT THAT.

HERE YOU ARE, PALSIE.

LUCKY THING FOR ME

YOU CAN'T READ MY MIND.

YOU'D BE A MILLIONAIRE.

I AM VERY HAPPY!

THANK YOU.

WELL, I PULLED YOU

OUT OF THAT HOLE, JANE.

THANKS.

WELL, TO GET BACK

TO THE KREMLIN,

IN CASE YOU WANT SOME MORE

NEWS YOU CAN'T SEND OUT,

THEY'VE BUMPED OFF

GOOD OLD COMMISSAR MOLKOFF.

YOU DON'T SAY.

ANY PARTICULAR REASON?

THEY GOT MAD ON HIM BECAUSE

HE FAILED TO DIG UP COMRADE X.

WHO'S BATTING

FOR MOLKOFF?

THE HEAD BOGEYMAN-

VASILIEV.

OH, OLD APPLE CHEEKS,

HUH?

YOU, UH, FIGURE

HE ERASED MOLKOFF?

NO DOUBT OF IT.

SHOT HIS OLD PAL IN THE BACK, AND

TODAY HE'LL CRY OVER HIS GRAVE.

YEAH? WHEN?

3:
00.

WHERE?

AT THE KAPULSKI CEMETERY.

WHY?

EVERY TIME THEY PUT A NEW

LIBERATOR IN THE GROUND,

THEY THROW ANOTHER

BANQUET-FREE.

VODKA, SHASHLIK, CAVIAR,

STUFFED GOOSE, AND MORE VODKA.

FINE TALK FROM:

McKINLEY B. THOMPSON.

HONESTLY,

YOU MAKE ME SICK.

TWO YEARS AGO I LOOKED UP TO YOU AS

THE BEST REPORTER IN THE BUSINESS,

AND NOW LOOK AT YOU.

FACE THE FACTS, BABY. THERE

AIN'T NO NEWS IN RUSSIA.

OK, MAC.

I NEVER MINDED:

ANYTHING YOU DID,

NOT EVEN WHEN YOU

WALTZED OUT ON ME IN TOKYO

FOR A BOWLEGGED:

GEISHA GIRL.

SHE LOVED ME.

BUT I JUST CAN'T GET USED TO YOU

AS A NO-GOOD, INCOMPETENT PARTY BOY.

MR. THOMPSON,

YOU LIED TO ME.

HERR VON HOFER:

TOLD ME EVERYTHING.

YOU'RE NO LIKE HONEYMOONERS.

HE DESPISES YOU.

HONEYMOONERS. HA!

GET OUT OF HERE!

SEE? PLEASE

TO GET OUT.

NOBODY'S GETTING OU OF ANYWHERE!

NOW, LISTEN, YOU PRETZEL

DUSTER. THIS IS MY ROOM.

HELLO.

YES.

MR. THOMPSON, IF I CAME UP TO

SEE YOU NOW, WOULD YOU BE ALONE?

WHAT'S THAT?

GERMANY WHAT?

YOU DON'T SAY!

TANKS, HUH?

WHEN?

I SEE.

HMM!

I DON'T UNDERSTAND...

YOU'RE SURPRISED?

I'M KNOCKED FLAT!

HOLY IKE!

THANKS.

WHAT IS IT?

GERMANY JUS DECLARED WAR ON RUSSIA.

10 TANK DIVISIONS JUS MOVED INTO THE UKRAINE,

AND SCHNITZEL PUSS THERE

NEVER TOLD US A WORD ABOUT IT.

WHO WAS THA SPEAKING?

AMERICAN EMBASSY.

LIEBER HIMMEL.

GERMAN DOG!

OUT!

GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME,

YOU RUSSIAN DOG!

OUTSIDE, BEFORE

I KILL YOU!

I THOUGH YOU MIGHT NEED ME.

YOU THOUGHT RIGHT.

COME OVER HERE.

IT'S NICE OF YOU TO TAKE

SUCH GOOD CARE OF ME.

YOU'RE, UH... NOT A

BAD-LOOKING GIRL, ARE YOU?

LET'S GE A BETTER LOOK AT YOU.

MY GLASSES! PLEASE,

MR. THOMPSON.

YOU WON'T NEED

GLASSES FOR THIS.

HOW ABOUT A DRINK TO CEMEN A BEAUTIFUL FRIENDSHIP?

I CAN'T SEE ANYTHING.

PLEASE, MR. THOMPSON.

COME HERE.

I DO NOT WISH TO BE

A SILLY BOURGEOIS GIRL,

BUT YOU'RE GOING A LITTLE BI TOO FAST FOR ME, MR. THOMPSON.

THE 5-YEAR PLAN IS ALL

RIGHT FOR CERTAIN THINGS,

BUT NOT FOR THIS.

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