The Human Race Page #4

I have won them all, but why they would

put me here with people like you...

Justin.

You gonna die.

Please don't.

You got him?

- The kids?

- Dead.

We should have

brought them with us.

- We can't save everyone.

- We should have f***ing try.

They are following the Yellow

Brick Road to Emerald City.

The cowardly lion yawned...

He was feeling tired.

- He is gonna try to kill us all.

- But Dorothy knew they had to move on.

If they didn't get to Emerald City,

they wouldn't meet the Wizard of Oz.

And Dorothy couldn't get home.

As Dorothy looked around

this very strange land...

which at first scared her...

she knew that with the help

of her friends, she...

- How far along are you?

- Eight months.

Is it a boy or a girl?

I don't know, I chose not to.

They have names?

For a boy:
Aizeah.

For a girl:
Erica.

Do you want to feel?

I can feel it kicking.

- He wants to come out.

- It won't be long now.

Where did everyone go?

They are all behind me, chasing me.

They'll be here soon.

I'm sorry...

I will not put my life in

anyone else's hands.

I might pass you maybe

for a second time.

- I'm sorry.

- No, please. Don't.

- You won't feel anything.

- Don't.

No, you don't have to.

There's no place like home,

there's no place like ....

Wait.

I think I just slipped

on a baby's hand.

- We gotta catch this guy, old man.

- F*** that.

Get them.

Stay here. You gotta to stay here.

You cannot go ...

F***ing dig it.

Come on, die, die already.

F***!

Let's grasp their ass.

Wait here, let everyone

through, if anyone

gets away and comes

back, you smoke 'em.

- I wanna come with you guys.

- Stay the f*** there.

36. 35.

- Nice.

- 33.

Allahu Akbar.

Bye bye.

What the f*** is wrong

with these people?

Six vodkas, seven beers... having a piss

since we left that school this morning.

- Jesus, I hate that man. Come on.

- Oh my God.

I don't want to slow

music at my funeral, I

want something fast pace, man.

Some rock and roll.

Fast as the girls I'm chasing.

Yeah, you play at my funeral.

How does that sound? You

taking notes, because you

write my obituary, bro.

I'm a crippled baby,

pooping in my diaper.

I am a crippled baby,

pooping in my diaper.

- 26.

- Oh, f***.

16. 15.

Eight, seven, six.

Five.

Three.

Two.

Relax.

I am not going hurt you.

You can read my lips, right?

Okay, I'm not going to hurt you.

I'm not going to hurt you.

I'm not.

Do you know what that is?

Hey, hey. I'm sorry,

I don't understand.

Angels.

Angels?

It looks like they're being tortured.

They fly above these banks

until they can't fly any longer.

Why is God doing this to us?

And them.

- Now what?

- Congratulations, winner.

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