Kung Fury Page #2

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It's a personal, transportable,

cellular telephone.

It features 645 channel

capacity,

10 number speed dial,

and an electronic security lock.

This revolution in communication

could make it possible

for more and more people

to have a phone in their car!

Tank you.

I'm the greatest Kung Fu master

of all time,

right guys?

Thank you!

I'm disarming you.

My arm! My arm!

Kill him!

You don't need that spine,

it's holding your back!

A-ha!

F*** you Kung Fury.

Now nothing can stop me

and my army of death.

Thank you guys!

What the f***?

Kill them!

Alright Hitler, the gig is up,

show me your hands.

Hackerman,

have you seen Kung Fury?

Oh, no! We were too late.

Who the hell are you?

My name is Cobra.

I've been expecting you

Kung Fury.

I'm your spirit animal.

What the hell is this place?

This is heaven,

I'm afraid you're dead.

What?

But it looks so real.

Yeah, no it's totally real.

Mr. Cobra, I'm a police officer.

I need you to send me

back to earth, pronto.

I'm sorry,

I can't help you with that.

You see, you're dead.

- You're under arrest!

- What?

For obstruction of justice,

you're breaking the law!

What the hell happened?

I hacked away all of

your bullet wounds Kung Fury.

Thanks!

I want to welcome you

and your friends to Germany.

We are not so different,

you and I.

I mean we both got

good style, you know?

Red, you know?

So, that's cool!

We both like doing moves,

check it out!

And killing people, I love it,

you clearly do, too!

And that's cool!

Join me,

we could be brothers,

we are so alike.

It's almost like

we finish each other's...

- Balls.

- What?

Oh, my,

not much left of him is there?

The important thing is that

he is gone.

Sorry I doubted you Triceracop.

You're the best damn partner

I've ever had.

I came back in time

for you Kung Fury,

because, damn it,

I love you.

Team work is very important.

So, what happens now Kung Fury?

Well, I need to

head back to the office.

Looks like it's gonna be

hell of a lot of paperwork.

Open the doors, Hoff.

I'm sorry Fury,

I can't let you do that.

Open the doors, Hoff!

I'm sorry, I can't let you

open the doors Kung Fury.

Goddammit, open the doors!

- Sorry I can't--

- Open the doors!

Did anyone ever tell you

not to hassle the Hoff 9000?

Oh, Hoff 9000,

you son of a b*tch.

Piece of sh*t.

Oh, my,

not much left of him is there?

The important thing is that

he is gone.

Game over.

Wait a minute,

I've seen that symbol before...

somewhere.

Hitler!

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