Mosquito Page #2

from the city to fix it up for you.

Cabin number seven.

Help!

Hey, that's Rex.

Help. Get away from me. Help me. Help.

Helpless son of a b*tch.

Help!

Help.

Get away from me! Help!

- Rex!

- Help!

- Hey, Rex!

- Help!

- Dog sh*t!

- Help! Help me! Help! Help!

Son of a b*tch. Come on!

We're coming, Rex!

Shoot the bug!

Help! Oh! Don't shoot me!

Whoa! Help!

Help me! Oh, oh! Help!

Oh, my God! I shot Rex!

Look out!

Hey, did you blow bubbles

when you were a kid?

Yeah.

I saw him at the circus. He says hi!

What... What's the last thing

that goes through a bug's mind

when it hits the windshield?

- I do not know.

- Its ass.

These mosquitoes bugging you?

What mosquitoes?

The mosquitoes.

No.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, you see that?

I got something pulling on my line.

Wishful thinking, pal.

Reel it in, see for yourself.

Better luck next time.

Come on back, little buddy,

I got some dinner for you.

Here fishy, fishy, fishy, fishy, fishy,

fishy, fishy, fishy...

Now, I see him. Here, he's coming.

Here fishy, fishy,

fishy, fishy, fishy, fishy.

Whoa! Son of a b*tch!

And the award goes to...

Get off me! Tony, help me!

Get away! Get it off of me!

Help me, Tony!

Tony!

Tony.

Yeah, but...

Yeah, but it's just a radiator.

Two weeks?

No, forget it.

That's what I get

for stopping in Hooverville.

Any luck?

Not yet.

How are we gonna get

to my new job on time?

Don't worry, sweetheart.

I'll figure out something by morning.

Mmm.

- What?

- You're biting my neck.

No. It's a mosquito.

There you go. Find your own girlfriend.

Hey, where you going?

I gotta water the plants.

Steve.

What are you doing, big boy?

Playing mosquito again?

Motherfuck!

Another day in paradise.

- Morning.

- Morning.

Need a hand?

Sure. Grab the other end and fold it over.

Thanks. Name is Parks.

Mine's Ray.

Hey, Ray, better get moving.

- Morning.

- Morning.

Well? We hitchhiking or what?

No.

Told you I'd figure something out.

You sure you don't mind

driving us all the way?

No problem.

I was going by the state park anyway.

So, what brings you out

in this neck of the woods?

Work for the Air Force, meteorologist.

Oh, you're a weatherman.

No, no, no. A real meteorologist.

Meteors, I chase 'em down for a living.

Seems like one landed up this way,

and I came out here to talk

to all the local farmers and such

and see if I can find it.

Sounds like pretty interesting work.

I don't mind. It keeps me out of the city.

Give me that, Ray.

I'm sorry, doc, I didn't mean to hurt it.

No, no, I don't mind

that you turned it on.

It's just that it's picking up

something close by.

Maybe it's that meteor you're looking for.

Well, these readings

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