How to Make a Monster Page #3

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Man:
PETE?

HUH?

I HEARD VOICES.

ONLY MINE.

YOU WERE TALKING

TO YOURSELF?

NOT ENTIRELY.

I WAS REASSURING

MY CHILDREN:

THAT I WON'T

LET THEM PERISH...

THAT I'M GONNA

STOP THESE MEN:

FROM DESTROYING US.

BUT HOW?

I'LL SHOW YOU.

Pete:
THOSE FOOLS.

THEY THINK A MONSTER

IS JUST PUT TOGETHER

WITH GLUE, HAIR,

PUTTY, FOAM RUBBER.

THEY DON'T REALIZE

THAT A MONSTER,

EVEN ON THE SCREEN,

IS HUMAN AND MUST BE

INFUSED WITH A SPIRIT

BY HIS CREATOR.

WHY, IF I DIDN'T

BELIEVE IN MY CREATIONS,

THEY WOULDN'T

BELIEVE IN THEMSELVES.

THAT'S WHY THEY

CAN THROW FEAR:

INTO THE HEARTS:

OF SPECTATORS.

PETE, WHAT ARE YOU

PUTTING INTO THAT?

I'M BLENDING

A NEW INGREDIENT

FOR THE FOUNDATION CREAM.

IT'S MY OWN DISCOVERY.

IF THEY KNEW HOW MANY

LONG HOURS:

I EXPERIMENTED WITH

DIFFERENT CHEMICAL AGENTS

TO GET BETTER RESULTS...

DO YOU REMEMBER:

THE TIME:

I ACCIDENTALLY:

ADDED NOVOCAINE?

OF COURSE.

JAMES DUNCAN,

PREHISTORIC MAN.

COULDN'T REMEMBER

HIS LINES.

NO. NOT UNTIL

I RELEASED HIM.

WHEN I ORDERED HIM

UNDER HYPNOSIS:

TO REMEMBER, HE DID.

AND I'LL DO THE SAME

WITH THESE YOUNG MEN.

AS I SEE FIT, I'LL ORDER

THEM WHAT TO REMEMBER

AND WHAT TO FORGET.

YOU MUSTN'T

TRY THAT.

WHY NOT?

WHY, IT'S DANGEROUS!

DANGEROUS? WHY, WE'RE

FIGHTING FOR OUR LIVES.

NOW...

THIS ENTERS:

INTO THE PORES:

AND PARALYZES THE WILL.

IT'LL HAVE THE SAME

EFFECT CHEMICALLY

AS A SURGICAL:

PRE-FRONTAL LOBOTOMY.

IT BLOCKS:

THE NERVE SYNAPSES,

MAKES THE SUBJECT PASSIVE,

OBEDIENT TO MY WILL.

WELL, ALL QUIET,

EXCEPT FOR A LIGHT

IN OLD PETE'S

MAKE-UP ROOM.

WHEN HE'S ON A JOB,

HE PRACTICALLY:

LIVES HERE.

YEAH, I KNOW.

HE'S MARRIED

TO HIS CAREER.

THAT'S THE WAY I FEEL

ABOUT MY WORK,

BUT WHAT CHANCES

DO I GET?

NOW, DON'T KNOCK IT.

YOU GOT A NICE,

EASY JOB.

THE ONLY HOODLUMS

YOU RUN INTO:

ARE THE BIT PLAYERS.

WE'RE STRICTLY

LAW AND ORDER MEN.

NOTHING EVER HAPPENS

ON THE LOTS TO SHIFT.

THAT'S WHAT I MEAN.

JUST HIGH-CLASS WATCHMEN.

LOOK, MONAHAN,

YOU WANT ACTION?

JOIN THE COMMANDOS.

NAH.

WHAT DO YOU SAY,

PETER?

SIT DOWN, MY BOY.

A BUTCH AND:

A MASSAGE, PETE.

WELL, I'M GLAD TO SEE

YOU'RE IN A CHEERFUL MOOD.

BOY, YOU'RE NOT.

YOU LOOK BUGGED.

HOW WOULD YOU FEEL

IF SOMEONE PRONOUNCED

A DEATH SENTENCE?

ARE YOU SERIOUS?

YEAH,

YOU SHOULD BE, TOO.

IT'S NOT LONGER

ANY SECRET.

THE NEW OWNERS:

OF THE STUDIO:

HAVE DECREED:

NO MORE MONSTERS.

MY JOB IS DONE.

MY CAREER IS OVER.

WELL, ACTUALLY,

THAT'S NOT TOO BAD FOR ME.

I'VE HAD MY DAYS

OF GLORY AND TRIUMPH.

I SUPPOSE:

I'M AN OLD MAN

WHO SHOULD BE ABLE

TO FACE THE END.

BUT THIS ALSO MEANS

THAT YOUR CAREER

IS OVER, TOO.

I THOUGHT THAT WAS

JUST--JUST A RUMOR.

IT'S AN ORDER.

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