Delicatessen Page #3

Ill beat one with the other!

Give that back,

I wont stand for it!

Nice work!

Little rug-rats,

howll we get it down?

This is a job for the Australian!

The Australian?

Stand back.

Thats some tool!

The Australian is nothing

without its master.

How about that!

So, Tapioca, you find a job?

No, not yet.

Thats bad news,

your bills running up.

Not to mention the rent.

Im in a bit of a fix.

But Ive got some good stuff.

Have a look?

Black market? Youre a louse!

But take a look.

Whats that?

A rat-call. Thats the female cry.

It attracts males.

But therere no rats left.

And that?

That is a bullshit detector.

Try it.

Try what?

Give me some bullshit.

Come on!

I cant do it on cue.

Life is beautiful.

A bullshit of a detector!

Turn it off!

We cant hear a thing.

If you cant pay up,

well have to find a way.

Fast. Otherwise

youll wind up hooked to me.

Very funny!

What about that clown?

Hes been around long enough.

Were edgy.

Dont care!

Hell redo the ceilings.

Meanwhile, he takes root

and we wither away.

I have mouths to feed.

I bet! The grannys, for instance.

Why do you mention her?

I know why.

What do you mean?

Want to pay up? Give up granny.

Tonight.

Take it easy!

Shes one of ours. The rules say .

The rules .

Age limit is a rule, too.

Soon she wont be good

for much more than marrow paste.

Shes my mother-in-law!

Take Mrs Interligator,

thats what she wants!

Quit yelling.

It would be charity.

Please.

Interligator needs his wife.

And hes a good tenant he pays!

The damn rich always manage.

With your debts, youve no choice.

Need I insist?

Its you, Julie .

You scared me.

Counting your money again?

Yes. Tell me .

Its rare to see you here.

Thats nice of you.

Like your gift?

It mustve cost you.

Anything to make you happy.

Youve loved candy

since you were little.

But I dont like it anymore.

Let him go.

You always ask that.

Its the same thing each time.

No, this time .

So it is different.

Just look at you! I see his game.

Making your head spin

with his puppy eyes, his dreams .

Theres no room for dreams!

Stop it!

Its a tough world,

and I didnt make it.

You hate my trade.

Its an art like any other!

Let him go.

And youll go with him?

You wont last two weeks.

And I wont lose you.

You lost me long ago!

Julie!

Troglodytism:

An underground organization?

Hi, girl.

Guess what?

Well play a game.

I scare you, you scream,

and the clown upstairs

runs down to your rescue.

Shall we start?

Whats wrong?

Dont just stare!

Scream, dammit!

You come from N.E. sector

just to bug us about

your Mr Whosits troubles?

Mr Louison.

Dont know him! No more names,

no more I.D.s. Were at war.

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