Spawn Page #3

That's your viral necroplasm

going through its larval stage.

Move over.

Pretty soon you're gonna

get hair in funny places,

and you're gonna start thinking about girls.

Tell me about it.

Talk to me.

Just get me to a hospital.

A hospital?

Have you looked in a mirror,

lately, burnt man walking?

Even the entire cast of 'ER'

couldn't put you back together again.

How do I put this to you?

You're, ah, pushing up daisies.

You're in permanent nap time.

You're fertilizer.

Hey, is any of this sinking in?

You're dead.

D-e-d. Dead.

I guess five years feeding earthworms...

...has eaten what little

brain there was in there.

What are you?

Well, allow me to kick-start your memory.

Hang on.

These flashbacks can be killers.

You're the dead man.

This is the bargain.

If you lead my army, you

can see Wanda again.

What is your answer?

Yes...

Yes, I will lead your army.

Anything for Wanda.

If you fail me, you will die.

Avenge your murder.

Kill Jason Wynn.

Foul Malebolgia spent five

years preparing the Earth...

...for your arrival, mister.

A little death,

a little destruction...

...perfect marriage.

Speaking of marriage...

...guess who's not your wifeola anymore?

And the winners are: Wanda and Terry.

Multiplying like rabbits.

And jumpin' and pumpin'...

...and doin' it and...

You stay away from her.

I don't want Wanda.

I want you to take care of Wynn.

And then you and the army can

kick some angelic buttocks.

And in return for your services,

we'll get Wanda back for you.

Heck, you could have every

Wanda on the planet.

Why settle for leftovers, huh?

I like this guy.

Oh, you kill me.

Go ahead, stud.

This is all some sadistic game of Wynn's.

And when I catch him...

...he's gonna wish he had killed

me when he had the chance.

That's it.

That's the spirit.

Just think of me as your guardian angel.

The clown from Hell.

You're Jimmy Stewart,

and I'm Clarence.

'Uh, well, well, every time somebody farts,

'a demon gets his wings, ah...'

Oops, twins.

Get away from me, you

foul-smelling maggot.

Well, you still don't get

it, do you, Amnesia Boy?

We're gonna have to dig a little deeper.

What is this?

This is where old folks go after Florida, son.

What is that you say?

Can I dig up my body now?

Why, certainly.

Of course you can.

If you strike oil, half of it is mine.

Start digging.

I command the forces of darkness

to bestow their powers unto me.

Told you we needed to watch the Exorcist.

Hey, how 'bout we get back

to that sacri-fighting idea?

You know what I need here, man?

A fresh skull, man.

Yeah, you.

A fresh skull...

Get away.

- A fresh skull.

A little bit more dead inside.

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