See No Evil Page #3

All right, Richie-Rich.

I'm down.

What?

I'm working.

I didn't say anything.

I'm glad you were cleared

for this project, Christine.

Out of everyone here,

I think you've got

the most potential.

Do you, now?

I've seen everyone's file.

I know your story.

Why you attacked

your stepfather...

what happened

to your sister.

You got a shitty deal.

Yeah.

Actually, speaking

of shitty deals...

whose bright idea was it

to put Kira and Michael

on this project together?

What are you talkin' about?

What I'm talking about

is Kira used

to work for that prick

- out on the streets.

- What?

Yeah... when he wasn't

beating her ass.

She rolled over on him,

and now because of you guys,

he's here, and he's been

f***in' stalking her

- the whole time.

- Okay.

Okay. We didn't know.

I'll deal with it.

Yeah. You deal with it.

You'd get with her?

Absolutely.

What, you wouldn't?

Man, your standards

are too high.

What's up, b*tch?

- I mean, uh... Rich.

- Come on.

You didn't stick your tongue

in this, did you?

Yes, as a matter of fact.

I specifically asked

for no meat.

The granola girl's

on a rampage.

Shoulda left her tofu-munching

ass back in County.

Hey, uh, you want

my potato salad?

Oh, that's sweet.

Thanks.

"That's sweet. Thanks."

Ass.

Oh, the poor thing.

Here. Come here, puppy.

Want some food?

Here you go.

F***ing moron!

What?

- He's starving!

- What?

It's a f***ing stray dog.

Who gives as sh*t?

She wasn't that fat.

You got that sh*t?

Hey. How about

a peace offering?

You can pimp it up

in the penthouse.

Home-grown aspirin?

Hell, yeah.

How about it, granola girl?

It's organic.

Bring it on.

Hey.

Do you think,

veggie girl...

you know...

likes tube steak?

Dude.

You'll never know,

will you?

But I'll let you smell

my fingers later.

You two

aren't partying?

Pussies.

Rich pussies.

This better work,

Richie-Rich.

Michael?

You a**hole.

How the f*** did

you get in here?

You should be

used to me comin'

through the back door.

Get out!

Get the f*** outta here!

Jesus Christ, b*tch...

No! Get out now!

Hey! Let her go!

And what if I don't?

I said...

f***ing let her go. Now.

You b*tches.

F***ing a**hole.

You okay?

Are you okay?

Did he hurt you?

I'm sorry.

This one.

Damn. It's locked.

Nice.

Wow. All this for Russell?

He's interested in my views.

Is that why he keeps

lookin' at your ass?

My girl even shaved

her furry legs for this guy.

Yeah, well, I was

getting a little sick

of the natural look anyway.

If lookin' like a Hobbit is natural.

So, you guys coming?

Come on. Let's go.

Thanks.

Nice rock.

Thank you.

Why is it on your right hand?

I'm, test-driving it.

I haven't given him

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