Dollman Page #3

We will always try to protect you.

Together we can win this war.

There's the b*tch were teachin not

to mess with our business, huh?

Get off me!!

Get right...

You f*** with our business...

You die.

Let go of me!!!

Kill that b*tch!

Kill the whore!

Drop the weapons.

Step away from the girl!

Shhhit!! Giants!

Place full of giants, I hate giants!

- I didnt mean to scare you.

- Scare me?

Who are you?

What am I to worry about,

this is just a bad dream.

I must be in shock...

...or I am hallucinating...

...or... I have a concussion?

You're so small.

We can't stay here, they'll be back.

Those punks?

I don't think so.

They'll bring their whole gang.

We got to get out of here.

I'm not going anywhere.

Stop it. Stop it. Hey! Stop!

F***in' Giants!

Look! A head, on the road!

- Where?

- No, no. That's human head, look!

The f*** is that, man?

- F*** is that?

- Look, my friends...

...let's cut to the chase.

I am obviously a visitor from another world,

who has had a bit of... trouble!

You help me out... I'll help you out.

It f***in' talks!

We gonna help you do what?

Conquer your world...

...such as it is.

I've... got a bomb you could use.

Some thing that will rip your dimension

a new a**hole.

Rip my dimension?

Believe me, nobody will f*** with you.

Ever again!

With a bomb like that we could, like,

blow up the entire East Side.

We could take all the whole f***in Borough! Huh?

This place could be mine!

Whatever was left behind, yes...

...would be... yours.

Do we have a deal?

Well... what do you want?

Like, um... a new hat or something?

Move the bomb... off the ship.

Kevin, it's your Mom!

What's the secret password?

Kevin, open the door.

Hurry up!

- Hey-hey-hey...

- Bronco Spacestar!! - Oi...

Kevin, no!

Put me down!

Kevin, no. Kevin, no!!

- Sh*t!

- Woah!!

Sorry.

- Are you alright?

- Never felt better in my life.

Um.. my son thought you were a toy.

Bronco Spacestar is his favorite TV show.

What is it, Mom?

It's... a little man, Kevin.

So, ahh... where did you come from?

How did you get here?

The last thing I remember I was chasing...

...Spruge, into the Energy Bands.

Energy bands?

Mom! He's an alien.

Alien? No.

What planet do you come from? Mars?

- Venus?

- Arturos.

- Arturo? Of course!

Honey, he's not an alien.

He-he is a small man that ggot lost.

- Wow!

- Jesus! - Wow!

I want one of those, Mom.

Give me that gun.

- No way.

- Give me the gun!

I will not have guns in my house!

Alright. Don't pull that thing out again.

When will this nightmare be over?

It's not a nightmare.

Then what the hell is it?

It's the South Bronx.

- How are we doing?

- Eh, the rich get richer, Braxton.

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