Alien Uprising Page #3

Vincent and run?

Oh, just get naked!

Just, it happens

all the f***ing--

What?

You heard, strip.

You should be so lucky.

'Cause you're far too classy

a chick to do that.

What kind of a slut

do you take me for?

Do you think

we could take them?

Ah!

Morning, Mr. Bradburn!

Morning, Mr. Petersen.

So, you're feeling very

delicate this morning, then?

Yeah, had a bit of

a late one last night.

Yeah, I know.

I heard you all coming in

about half past three

this morning.

Sorry about that, mate.

That's all right.

Looks like you're paying

for it now, though.

Yeah, I am.

You don't have any

paracetamol, do you?

You know what,

you might be in luck.

Oh, perfect.

Is your power out,

by the way?

Yeah, yeah,

whole street's out.

Has been since about

half-six this morning.

Really?

Any idea

how long for?

No idea at all.

Anyway, I'm off to go see

Deborah down in London!

Bit of a drive,

isn't it?

Yeah, well, she got

a sudden call last night

to an emergency meeting.

So, I suggested she goes

out on the train.

I could follow her down,

pick her up,

maybe hit a show.

What was the emergency?

Now, now, Vincent,

you know the rule in

the Petersen household.

Tell no lies.

I know, I get it.

I just think it's a bit weird

you don't know what she does.

Government domestic crisis

management, Vincent.

Hi, Mr. P.

How you feeling

this morning?

Ungh.

Can I borrow your phone?

I need to call the club

about Dana's jacket.

What's wrong with your phone?

No reception.

Oh, that's weird.

I had the same trouble

this morning.

And the land line,

haven't been able

to get hold of Deborah.

That's probably something to do

with the power here.

Doesn't usually affect

the mobile phone signal.

Yeah, this has got

no bars, either.

What?

Oh, f***.

This piece of sh*t phone.

What, uh, network you on?

I'm on Orange.

Oh, maybe the reception tower

thingies are down.

And the land lines?

Well, there'd be something

about it on the news.

Try the radio.

Have you brushed your teeth?

Not yet, mate.

Nope.

Try A.M.

No, it is A.M.

Try F.M.

Huh, you think whatever's

messing up the reception towers

is screwing with the radios?

Oh, well.

I have no idea,

gentlemen.

And as much as I hate

to love you and leave you,

I need to get to London

to meet Deborah.

Now, look, I'm sure the power

won't be out all night,

but if it is,

I'll be back in the morning.

Then, I can let you know

what I know.

Drive safe, Mr. Petersen.

Well, look who it is.

Hey, there's the walk of shame

if ever I saw it.

Heh, heh!

Oh, Michael!

Your, uh, your prescription

arrived this morning.

The cream,

for your rash?

Hilarious!

You think of that one

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