Like Father Like Son Page #3

- Come on, it was a fluke!

- You can't make Hammond anchor.

- l just did.

- Hit the showers!

- l'm warning you, Hammond.

You're getting in my face too often.

You better watch your step,

d*ckhead!

We're on the same team.

What do you say we call a truce?

Yeah, okay, for the good

of the school, a**hole!

- Hey, Rick.

- What?

- Nice race.

- Rick, whatever you want.

Come on, Rick, leave him alone.

He's a good kid.

Yeah, well, you better watch

your step, d*ckhead.

That guy is huge. What is it,

a glandular disorder or what?

l don't know, but sooner or later,

he is going to freak.

And l wouldn't wanna be here

when he does.

l think there should be a size

requirement for high school.

Oh, God!

- How bad?

- The worst. Look, a C.

- A C?

- A C. l am dead meat.

l am sitting on a hook,

rotting in the sun.

Flies are, like, gathering around me.

l am dead meat.

For what? For a C? My dad would give

me his porno collection if l got a C.

A C? l cannot believe a C.

Thanks for the ride.

Good luck at home.

Hey, man, there is no good luck

at home. Only death by lasers...

...emitted from my father's eyes.

You'll get into a med program

somewhere.

- Hey, man, what's that?

- That's my Uncle Earl.

He's been staying with us for a couple

of days, stinking up the house.

He's leaving today.

Probably on his way to Venus.

Hey, Earl, how you doing?

- Pretty creepy-looking to me, Trigger.

- Yeah, he's an archaeologist.

Creepy is his life's work.

Hey, listen, l gotta get home

so my father can end my life.

Let's see if l can get him talking

about his brain-transference serum.

lt could make med school obsolete.

Brain-transference serum?

He was talking about it last night.

lt's up in those boxes.

Oh, yeah, yeah. The one marked

''brain-transference serum.''

You gotta keep an open mind about it.

You should see the scar on his leg.

Hey, Earl, can you tell my friend...

...about how lndians operated on

your leg and you didn't feel anything?

- No.

- Great talking to you, Earl.

- l'll get him to talk. Wait.

- Forget it. l'll see you tomorrow.

lf brain transference has to do with

having your head handed to you...

...you and Uncle Earl can come

to my house and watch.

- See you tomorrow.

- Later.

MTV.

- It's an attitude.

- MTV.

- Hi, man. l thought you were my dad.

- Nope, taller.

- Tabasco sauce?

- Brain-transference serum.

Oh, sh*t.

- Trigger, what are you doing?

- l went to a lot of trouble siphoning...

...this stuff off from my uncle without

him seeing it. We can at least try it.

Yeah, right.

l'm gonna try this stuff. Come on.

No, you're not gonna try anything.

Hello, Seymour.

l have a little present for you.

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