Rumble Fish Page #2

I get the picture.

All right, get outta here, Donna.

- Yuck!

- Ha, ha!

You guys aren't supposed

to do that in front of me.

- Donna, go to your room now!

- Bedtime.

I should do my 10-page report on you,

including illustrations!

- You're gonna get it.

- Have fun!

You know, I really missed you,

you know that.

Babe...

Rusty James.

Rusty James, wake up!

What the f*** are you doing?

Jesus, what time is it?

- Is it morning or night?

- Night. You're great company.

A quarter to 10.

I gotta... Oh, sh*t,

I gotta fight Biff Wilcox at 10:00.

Thanks.

Now mum will think I drank it.

Oh!

Finish it.

What's the matter, babe?

Come on, cheer up.

You told me you wouldn't

be fighting all the time.

Well, this isn't all the time.

This is just this once, all right?

You always say that.

You always try so hard to be

like your brother, Rusty James.

Hey, my brother's the coolest.

Well, you're better than cool.

You're warm.

Yeah, but...

He's smart.

You're smart!

Just not word smart.

Yeah?

Listen.

I love you.

But I gotta run, OK?

- All right. See you later.

- Yeah.

Be careful!

I love you.

Hey, Rusty James!

We just about gave up on you!

Watch out.

I'll take you on for warm-up.

Hey, man. You ready? Let's go.

Who's here, man? Huh?

I gotta have as many guys as Biff.

This is bullshit!

I thought we were supposed to watch,

Rusty James.

What's up, fellas?

Rusty James, where you been?

Where were you?

I was at Patty's.

What's it to you, huh?

Nothing, Rusty James. Nothing.

You're not expecting to find

Steve here, are you?

- Why do you put up with that wimp?

- I've known him since kindergarten.

You've got a bad habit of getting

attached to people, man.

Yep. Let's go.

Where's Steve?

Maybe he's late.

Yeah, it looks like we're gonna

have to fight ourselves, huh?

Rusty James.

Ha! F***ing Steve, man.

We want Rusty James!

I'm here!

Not for long, punk.

- Careful, he's been popping pills.

- I hate fighting hopped-up people.

Scum. I hear you are looking for me.

Come on, ducky.

Take a f***ing swing at me, man,

so I can just... Come here...

- Take a swing at you?

- Come on!

Come on, man! Take a swing at me!

Gonna f***ing cut you to pieces!

Let's go.

Go for the knife, man!

Come on, Rusty!

Beat the f*** out of him!

Scumbag!

What is this?

Another glorious battle for the kingdom?

Hey, man.

I thought you were gone for good.

I thought we had a treaty.

Look out, Rusty James!

You're one dead cat, Rusty James!

- You gotta keep still.

- You're gonna be OK. Just stay still.

Don't move. Shh!

You pissed off at me, man?

No, don't talk. You'll be all right.

I'll take care of you.

It's a little bit late for you,

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