Monsters Vs Aliens Page #2

he really went all out.

You can talk.

Hi, there!

My back!

Just kidding! I don't have a back!

Forgive him, but as you can see,

he has no brain.

Turns out you don't need one.

Totally overrated!

As a matter of fact, I don't even...

I forgot how to breathe!

Don't know how to breathe!

Help me, Dr Cockroach! Help!

Suck in, B.O.B.

Thanks, Doc. You're a lifesaver.

Wow, look at you.

I know what you're thinking.

First day in prison, you want to

take down the toughest guy in the yard.

Well, I'd like to see you try.

Ninja!

- Gosh. Look, she's speechless.

- She?

Yes, B.O. B! We are in the presence

of the rare female monster.

No way! It's a boy. Look at his boobies.

We need to have a talk.

Gentlemen, I'm afraid we are not making

a very good first impression.

At least I'm talking.

First new monster in years, we

couldn't get a wolf man or a mummy?

Just, you know,

somebody to play cards with.

Might we ask your name, madam?

Susan.

No, no, no. We mean your monster name.

Like, what do people scream

when they see you coming?

You know, like,

"Look out! Here comes!"

Susan.

Really?

Susan!

I just scared myself. That is scary.

Yes! Eat times.

That is repulsive!

An old slipper!

Oh, please, God,

tell me this isn't real.

Please tell me I had a nervous

breakdown at the wedding, and now I'm

in a mental hospital on medication

that's giving me hallucinations.

Don't scare Insectosaurus!

He's gonna pee himself,

then we'll all be in trouble.

Every room has a door!

There's gotta be a door here!

It's OK, buddy. Don't worry about it.

Who's a handsome bug, huh?

You like it when I rub your tummy?

Please! Somebody!

I don't belong here!

- Let me out!

- Hey, that is not a good idea.

Let me out!

Monsters, get back in your cells.

Oh, thank goodness. A real person.

You are a real person, right?

Not one of those

half-person, half-machine,

you know, whatever

you call those things.

- A cyborg?

- Oh, no! You're a cyborg?!

Madam, I assure you, I am not a cyborg.

The name is General W.R. Monger.

I'm in charge of this facility.

Now, follow me.

It is time for your orientation.

In 1950, it was decided that Jane and

Joe Public could not handle the truth

about monsters, and should focus on more

important things, like paying taxes.

So the government convinced the world

monsters were stuff of myth and legend

and then locked them in this facility.

But I'm not a monster!

I'm just a regular person.

I'm not a danger to anyone or anything.

Don't let her get me!

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