Death Spa Page #2

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I just heard about

the diving board.

What the hell is

going on around here?

So, what do you think?

I think they ought to

give you a roll big enough

to hold the damn chili.

No, about the

Starbody Health Spa.

I think they ought

to level the place.

You think this

Evans guy is clean, huh?

I don't know.

My money is on the wacko

in the computer room.

I don't see David clambering up

there and unbolting that board.

This all could be coincidental.

It could be.

37 deep.

You got it.

What quarter is it?

That was the winning touchdown.

Great.

Flea market special,

two for the price of one.

I figured I could be

Tweedledee

and you could be Tweedledum

Fantastic.

I'm going to check out

that diving board.

Marv...

Thanks.

Did you read the printout on

that Evans guy? About his wife?

Made the front page

of the Times.

She crisped herself.

She was burned to

unrecognizable ashes.

Now, does that suggest

anything to you?

Yeah.

I've got to tell my wife

to start smoking in bed.

Race you to the finish.

You got it.

Mike, I just figured out

what was bothering me

about Laura's accident.

When I left the club,

I know Laura was the

only one left in the place.

So?

Well, how did Priscilla

happen to find her?

Maybe she was working late

and you missed her.

Then I also missed her car

in the parking lot?

You think Priscilla has

something to do with this?

You know her better than I do.

- Hi.

- Hi.

Well, how many reps

can you do?

Uh, 15 or 20.

More if I'm showing off.

Well, why don't you

show off for me?

I never waste effort

in the gym.

Besides I'm Beta,

you're VHS.

Hey, hop aboard.

We're due to make land

in a week.

Thanks.

We're like two ships

that pass in the night.

And one...

And one, bounce it out.

And one, come on now.

All the way down.

Come on, stretch it out.

To the side, one...

And up.

Then back and up.

Here we go.

And up and back, come on.

Up and back.

How about a vegi shake,

Rhonda.

Sure.

I mean, it's kind of

creepy and all.

On Monday,

Laura gets gassed

and on Tuesday,

the diving board collapses.

Oh, this thing.

Ah!

Oh my God.

Ha, I got you.

It's just a tomato.

That's sick.

Here's your shake.

Uh, sorry.

I lost my appetite.

Back and forth, come on.

Yeah, that's it, all right.

Up in the air.

Yes, come on.

Good jumping today.

All right.

All right. Let's do

the combination,

center floor, first group.

Come on.

Yeah.

What's with the

goddamn bird's nest?

It's a pretty sick joke

considering she's your sister.

What are you talking about?

Whatever you're trying to pull,

you're not going to

get away with it.

You know, Michael,

you need medical attention.

Just watch yourself

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