Planet Terror Page #3

Bad will be 108.

You could have a seizure,

go psychotic.

And--and probably die.

Say "ahh."

- Alhh.

- Oh! Jesus!

Oh, nice.

Black abscessed tongue.

All abscesses

should be drained, period.

What are you doing?

Shut up, Joe.

Baby...get the needles.

Be right there.

Right now.

A**hole.

It's spreading.

Holy sh*t.

- When did you say you got this bite?

- Just now.

See this?

This shows the advanced stages

of gangrene and epidermal rot.

- And this over here...

- Advanced rot?

...shows the swelling of tissues

and the lack of any type of circulation.

See, you're telling me

that you just got this bite?

- Yeah, just like a half hour ago.

- What I'm seeing here

is a deep impact wound

with several virals

and secondary bacterials,

and that, by the accumulation of

denuded tissue around the incision marks,

indicates that you've had this bite

for over 14 days.

Uh... uh, at least 14 days.

Could that be possible?

Well...what is today?

Today's Wednesday.

The 15th.

Of April.

Aw, hell. Can't I just get

a tetanus shot or something?

We gotta lose the arm, Joe.

Lose the arm?

What do you mean, lose the arm? My arm?

It's sppreading all the way

upp to your shoulder.

Now, if we don't sever that arm now,

it's gonna take over your chest,

and we can't very well

cut that off, can we?

Well, shouldn't I get a second oppinion?

Hi, Joe.

I'm going to give you

a very strong anesthetic,

so you won't feel anything

during the procedure.

These...

...are my friends.

My yellow friend...

- ...is just to take the sting off.

- Aah!

My blue friend...

you'll barely feel.

That means my yellow friend

is already taking effect.

See how fast my friends work?

And after my red-headed friend...

... you'll never see me again.

...see me again, see me again.

They all react differently.

Now what?

Dedicated to our own Jungle Julia--

in loving memoy

It's not the radiator.

Damn it.

All right.

F***in' thing.

Cheapp--whoa.

Damn light.

Ohh.

Hey. Hey!

Hey! Bastard!

Bastard!

Oh, thank God.

Oh.

Oh. Hey!

Hey! Hey!

Get outta

the f***in' road, b*tch!

Ohh! Stop!

Stop!

Please! Stop!

No! No!

What the hell was that?

People picking up road kill.

What, like an armadillo?

Deer.

You get a lot of them around here.

You know, I read a statistic that said...

that the eating of venison has risen

People eat road kill?

If you're driving out here

at 70 miles an hour

and a deer darts out

in front of you,

if you blink or brake or swerve--

sh*t, you'll just kill yourself.

So, what do you do?

Just ppick 'em off...

just like this.

Send it flying away from you.

Unacceptable.

Not really.

It's just a clear case of you or him.

Or her.

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