Any Which Way You Can Page #3

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I'm reading your death warrant.

I didn't know you boys could read.

Now that's real cute, real cute.

We're going to kill you slow, boy.

It will take maybe a week.

Well, I wouldn't want to rush you.

First day, you'll probably be shaking

like some blind f*ggot at a weenie roast.

You got him real good, Cholla,

you got him real good with that one.

Shut your hole!

Except this time,

it ain't going to be no weenie roast.

No, this time it's going to be an ape roast!

Right turn, Clyde.

Cholla, they're getting away.

Why me?

What the hell.

I guess maybe it's time.

She's in Room 25,

but you can't go up there.

No, ma'am, I know that.

- You are not allowed up there!

- I won't be long, ma'am.

Operator, get me the police.

Excuse me, ma'am.

Wait a minute.

Excuse me, ma'am,

I didn't see a thing, hardly.

- You aren't allowed up here!

- I know that, ma'am.

- Who is it?

- Philo.

You're not allowed up here.

That must be true.

You're the third person who's told me that.

Well?

Well, we've got an extra room

at the house.

I don't need any handouts.

Handouts you get from the government.

A hand up is what you get from friends.

Are you a friend?

I'm a friend.

Well, I don't have so many friends

that I can afford to lose one.

What is it?

Sorry, ma'am.

What we got here, ladies,

is a case of wishful thinking.

They all think we moon around all day,

lusting after their bodies.

Some of us do, Rita.

Where's Clyde?

Sh*t.

- How are you gonna write this one up?

- I'm not. But you were a lot of help.

You can always say she was nuts

about your toothpaste smile.

You could bust them

for harassing an officer.

Just shut up.

It's them!

- Come on, we can catch them!

- You catch them.

- So, where are you going to sleep?

- We got a guest room out back, I told you.

- Good night.

- Good night.

Clyde, you still up?

What are you doing, pal?

An Oreo cookie for me?

I'll save mine till later.

- Mind if I come in?

- No, not at all.

What was that?

Just a cookie I was saving till later.

Well, never mind.

You can have me instead.

No looking now.

We chased him away.

Fresh air's good for him.

Besides, he'll guard the door.

Is he reliable?

Anything that gets past Clyde

is 40 feet high with fangs.

- I think we're safe.

- I think.

I think I love you.

I think that's a piece of luck for me.

Philo?

Jordan said he'll give us $200

if we scrap that Merc for him.

Great. Clyde, scrap the Merc.

Clyde, you got work to do.

Mind if I jog with you?

Hell, no.

We must be three miles out.

How much further before you turn back?

A couple more.

That's ten miles round trip.

- You do this every day?

- More or less.

I'm not sure I'm gonna make it.

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