Demonic Toys Page #2

them, son of a b*tches!

Look kid, how is work?

Ugh. It's a f***ing a

joke, chunking chicken Christ.

Peterson runs around like

he's got a board shoved

up his ass all the time.

Well, what do I tell you?

The world is your twin and all

the people in it are a**holes.

God damn economy.

Here's what you do.

You can do like I do.

Find yourself a niche.

Break yourself in.

Take my gun.

I mean I sit on my

ass, watch television.

Take a little hair

off your pooch.

That's a life.

Take this iguana

guy for instance...

Iguana?

Yeah, this guy who's

down the Costa Rica.

Starts raising the

little bastards.

Once you take up the space.

And it tastes just like chicken.

Everything tastes just like

chicken, you ever noticed that?

Frog legs, snakes, even

rabbits tastes like chicken.

Everything except this sh*t.

We're f***ed, lady.

Nobody knows we're up here,

nobody is going to

hear us up here.

No, no, no.

Did you hear that?

What?

Somebody ought to hear that.

Maybe I better go

out and check, huh?

You are the security guard.

Yeah but it could be a

cat or something, right?

Could be.

Yeah, it could be.

I'm going to tell you something.

If it's a bum, I'm going

to kick his goddamn ass.

There ain't nothing

in this place

to steal except some

goddamn old toys.

You stay here, kid.

Well, wait a minute.

What if someone comes back

here when you're gone?

There is an old shotgun

there in the locker.

I'll take my chances

with you.

Your choice kid, ain't close.

Anybody there?

I don't think

there's anything here.

I've sworn I heard

something, I don't know.

I don't know.

It's the storage room.

Anybody?

Open up! Open the door.

Who the hell is in there?

I'm a cop.

Open the door.

Oh yeah?

Let me see some identification.

You happy?

Open the door.

Yeah, hold your pants on.

What the hell are

you doing in there?

The doors went

shut and locked us in.

Didn't you hear screaming

and gunshots?

Yeah.

Look, I chased two

men into your warehouse.

One of them is wounded,

maybe dead.

The other one's handcuffed

back here.

Holy Christ!

What the f***

are you looking at?

What the hell did he do?

He killed my partner.

No sh*t!

Look, I'm going to need

a phone to call for backup.

No, it's dead.

I tried it.

No sweat, we'll use

the one in my office.

Look, you got to

have to do it for me,

I... I can't leave him.

What about the other guy,

he's still out there, right?

Yeah, but he's hurt badly.

Look, call the Jackson

Precinct all right?

My name is Gray, tell them

there's an officer down.

Let them know that it's

a code thirty, all right?

Right.

You know how to use that gun?

I was in Korea.

Lady, I can handle myself.

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