The Haunted World of El Superbeasto Page #2

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I'm entering a bad cell area.

I might lose--

Suzy?

That was my agent. I'm working

a whole synergy thing

with a win-win crossover

demographic branding thing.

You wouldn't understand.

Achtung, blondie!

- No running in the halls!

- Hiya!

Take that, Aryan a**holes!

What in the name

of the Fuhrer's head--

Gotta stay sweet.

O.M.G.

Giant spiky iron ball?

So clich.

I hate to waste you, sweetie,

but it's all in the name of freedom.

Uh-oh.

Feet, start moving!

Whoa, Mama!

I bet MacGyver never had

anything like this next to his ta-tas!

Weee!

Hey, Murray, baby.

Did you miss me?

Yes, of course I missed you.

I missed you like the stars

miss the moon.

Murray, you need a girlfriend.

Hmm. If only I could

think of someone.

I was thinking--

I mean, I thought of someone--

Hold that thought.

We better make like

a banana and split, baby.

Uh, okay.

Hey, man, what's a girl gotta do

to get a theme song around here?

# Suzi #

# Where you running to

with Hitler's head? #

# Watching you grow

from a little child #

# To the girl with the ass

that drives them wild #

# Did they try to

fit you in a box? #

# Cleaning up dishes

and sucking on c*cks #

# Was never enough

to make you smile #

# What the f***'s up

with your eye? #

# But nobody cares

when you're getting' all wet #

# Something about your titties

that makes 'em forget #

# And you know

you got a mission #

# To waste every

shitbag you meet #

# Suzi X #

# Oh, Suzi, what have you-- #

# What, have you built

yourself a robot, baby? #

# What, have you built yourself

a horny robot #

# That can change

into all sorts of vehicles? #

# Oh, Suzi X,

the X is for X-tra bonus! #

# I got to get into your groove. #

Hi, I'm El Superbeasto,

and I always use

- Dandruff Away shampoo...

- Wow, this is embarrassing.

It's my commercial.

On the TV, right up there.

...have any more flakes

on my clothes.

People thought

I either didn't shower

or had a bad coke problem.

May cause anal bleeding,

penis shrinkage, migraine headaches,

and nipple crumbling.

You got a problem, Rover?

Go blow yourself, has-been.

Ooh, easy, Beasto.

Not now, darling.

I need to smash a little fuckface.

Oh my God, you killed him!

Calm down, folks.

You can't do any real damage

to a werewolf without silver.

The kid doesn't look so good.

No worries. He's fine.

Nothing to see here.

- Oh, silver-- not the silver.

- Back to your drinks.

- Oh, Beasto!

- Hey, bumper pool.

I'm next!

Oh, yeah.

Mmm.

Women,

women everywhere,

but none of them

bear the mark.

My army of video voyeur bats

are everywhere,

and I can spy on them all!

I can see them in their showers,

in their boudoirs,

even on the can.

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