Zombie Strippers! Page #2

-All right.

Where'd I hear that before?

Let's get a head count.

Yes, sir. Squad, form up.

Where's Byrdflough?

Off the stage, a**hole.

Hi.

I'm looking for Madam Blavatski.

God bless.

Are you kidding me?

This place is more illegal than that lD.

All right.

That was the ever-feline Kat.

Now, she's working hard up there

for you boys, so be extra nice.

And remember, Rhinos

is an ultra-exclusive gentlemen's club.

So exclusive members only,

if you know what I mean.

Now, the management

would also like to remind you...

...that nothing comes out

of your pants...

...but tips for the girls.

B*tch.

-What a talent.

-Slut.

-My hero.

-Whatever.

Okay, ber-sluts, we have new meat.

This is Jessy.

-Local girl, right?

-Yeah.

Born and bred, Sartre, Nebraska.

-Figures.

-Grew up on a farm?

Yep. Right again.

-Eat a lot of corn?

-Yep.

Good. Now, we make her at home...

...so we are all-- How you say?

--happy with the crabs.

No, not crabs, but other crustaceans.

You mean "happy as a clam."

Clams are molluscs,

not crustaceans.

Whatever.

So you sit here.

We are all happy as clams.

Hi.

Okay.

Lilith!

Go, go, go. You dance.

Oh, Mr. Essko, hello.

Shut your pie-hole.

Hey, boss.

Back off.

Back off, you walking herpie, you.

This is nice.

Never touch.

Not the jacket,

not the shirt, not the hair.

You touch me again, I'll kill you.

I love a man of authority.

Well, hey there, sweet thing.

How about some private time?

Fat chance, fuckwad.

And now, an announcement...

...from your host, Mr. Ian Essko.

Tired of that same old lap dance?

Well, drop an extra C-note, fellas...

...and experience Rhinos'

exclusive face dance.

One of our lovely ladies

will sit on your face...

...and give birth to your head.

Why not try it

with our lovely Lilith here?

Experience the essence du Goth.

Exclusively here at Rhinos.

All right, boys.

Give it up for Lilith,

the dark queen of the underworld.

And remember, tip the girls well

and they come out with nothing on...

...but the music.

And now...

...back by her own popular demand...

...a legend in her own mind...

...Jeannie.

B*tch.

Okay, what the hell

are you doing here?

Is it that apparent

that I've never done this before?

Let me guess,

Granny fell and broke her hip?

She's Nana, and it's for her colostomy.

Hey, Berenge, Trotskyite,

you go work floor.

Lap dance.

Lap dance?

Syphilitical lap dance?

Yeah.

-You want a lap dance?

-No.

-You don't look so good.

-I'm fine.

Well, all right, boys.

Now our own Bobby Sox...

...is gonna tease you

with her sock tease.

All right, all right.

What the hell's going on out here?

Dude, that guy's dead.

Oh, he's okay.

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