Meet Monica Velour Page #2

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Um, well, can you

come up here and get it?

I don't have a lot of time.

I don't know, it's not like

I can drive it to Indiana.

I'm just like putty

Putty in your hands

With a wave of your hand

Putty putty

I'm your slave to go man

And I'll go on this way...

Hey, I see you, you little creep.

- What?

- Were you gonna stand here all night

- looking at my daughter, huh?

- Dad!

- Well?

- What? No, sir.

- I just came to see your daughter.

- Tell it to the police, punk.

- Oooh!

- Hey, come back here!

Come back here!

We are not done. Where are you going?

- Hey, I've got to talk to you.

- Leave me alone.

Hey.

The cops was just here.

What for?

They told me somebody

who was driving the Weenie Wiz

was caught peeping through

some high school girl's window tonight.

- It wasn't me.

- Of course it was you.

What do you think, I'm some kind

of a half-assed retard?

Okay. Well, I'm sorry.

I won't do it again.

I told them I didn't know

a thing about it.

I said it must have been

somebody else's blue truck

with a 20-foot hot dog on top.

For some reason they had

trouble believing that.

Now they think I'm Lester

the molester for Christ's sake.

Do you realize what you're doing to me?

It's time you grew up, God damn it.

Go back to school

or get some kind of a job.

Find yourself a girlfriend.

Hanging around that rathole room

with those crazy movies

and all that goddamn junk.

What should I do?

Sit around getting drunk all day?

You know, sometime you and that

smart mouth are gonna turn around

and you're gonna find me croaked.

Not the way you put it away.

You're preserved

like some mutant two-headed sheep

or Einstein's brain.

You through, smartass?

Never wanted to have this

conversation to begin with.

You've got a head like a rock.

Just like your mother.

I hear you in there, you little hoodlum.

Go to bed.

Okay okay. I'm sorry.

Pinhook. Pinhook.

Pinhook.

Loogootee.

Pinhook.

Yay.

Getting closer all the time, buddy.

- Hello?

- It's Tobe.

We talked before

about the truck I'm selling.

- The giant doggy?

- Are you still interested?

I'm pretty far.

No no, it's cool.

I'm gonna drive it down.

- My lucky day.

- $5000, right?

- That's right.

- I'll take the bus back.

- There's a bus station, right?

- Hey, where's the rest of your hat?

- Of course.

- Great. See you soon.

I'm leaving, Pop Pop.

The windows around here

aren't big enough for you?

I'm going to Indiana to sell the truck

and then I don't know what I'll do.

You're leaving just because

I yelled at you?

Later, Kenny.

Hey hey. Well, do you need anything?

Get cash.

Even if you've got to walk the guy

to the bank, get cash.

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