Heavy Metal 2000 Page #2

Don't talk, don't touch,

don't even breathe...

- ... or I kill you. Got it?

- I got it.

Request incoming docking co-ordinates.

please continue holding pattern.

Lock in approach at ANUS-6370.

- Confirmed.

- State the purpose of your visit.

- Revenge.

- processing.

Invalid entry. Resubmit.

- Family business.

- Confirmed.

Forty-eight hour access.

Visa file number URFUKD-881.

please submit identity.

FAKK 2.

Confirmed. Cleared for docking.

You like this place?

Looks like a lot of your type.

After four days stuck in a Spacehawk,

getting the cold shoulder...

...it's not so bad.

We could have a lot of fun here.

What are you, socially deprived?

I'm not socially deprived.

Well, maybe a little.

"Sit down! What are you looking at?

You snore!

"Get outta my face! Shut the f*** up!"

This is heaven compared

to where I come from.

Shut the f*** up.

Are you sure this guy Tyler is looking

for a jump port? And to where?

We're talking high-grade,

silicone-rubber flesh here.

And a PVC skeleton with plastic ball

and socket joints for optimum movement.

You can customise her

with a choice of seven synthetic hair dyes.

And optional entry ports

with four speeds of suction!

Loveable, isn't she?

Check this out.

She's loaded with the latest micro-sensor

orgasmatronic technology...

...and an expandable vocabulary...

...of over 200 dirty words.

Test results indicate

she's better than the real thing.

Go on, Venus.

Show the gentleman what you got.

Please select your sexual preference.

Vaginal. Anal. Oral. Other.

Only 2,000.

I don't know, 2,000...

Unless, of course,

you'd prefer the Fellation Blowfish.

Sick, twisted, low-life, scum sucking pig!

At least I'll have someone to talk to.

What?

That's him. The tall one.

- Let's go.

- I'll wait here.

But he'll see me.

You don't know what he's like.

Chicken sh*t.

God, this is fun!

Nobody touches these...

...but me!

Bar towel!

Hello? Captain Tyler,

Metal Mammoth Mining.

We need some drinks!

We should make it fast.

We don't want to miss the jump.

Screw the jump!

I've got all the time in the world!

Besides, something just came up.

You just found the man of your dreams.

When you kill someone, darling,

make sure he's dead.

What the hell?

Looks like happy hour is over.

- Who's gonna pay for all of this?

- This ought to take care of it.

Here. Keep the change.

What? Holy sh*t!

Grenades!

Julie?

Are you all right?

He died! And then he was alive again!

Now you know.

I don't know dick! How does he do it?

He's got this weird potion!

And a key leading him

to the Chamber of Immortality.

Why didn't you tell me that before?

"Sit down. Get outta my face!

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