Babysitter Wanted Page #6

We can't leave a trail of dead bodies

all the way to Colorado.

OK.

Come here, honey.

Ah!

Yeah.

One hell of a night, huh?

Let me guess.

You're probably wondering

right about now...

...what the hell's goin ' on.

Bottom line, Angie...

...we gotta feed Sam.

Only problem is...

...he only likes female flesh.

And it can't be any female flesh -

it has to be good, clean

wholesome female flesh -

which, as you can imagine,

is not that easy to come by.

Ah.

And you can't just go around

grabbing up a whole flock of girls,

cos then the local people start gettin '

suspicious. Then you gotta move again.

Last time we went out...

we took Sam with us - big mistake.

Had to grab

a local girl named Rebecca.

You know, I really hate to do that.

That is why we had to get you to baby-sit.

Then eventually, of course,

you'd have to find out about Sam.

But then again,

you're a nice clean girl, aren't you, Angie?

You know... It is so nice

to have somebody out here to talk to.

I'm always out here alone

doing this. Always.

My father...

used to have a meat packing plant.

Every summer I worked there

till I turned eighteen.

Yeah.

You know, I haven't really gotten used to

slaughtering human beings, though.

Hence the cut marks.

You know what Sam's

favourite cut of meat is?

No? The latissimus dorsi.

Can you believe that? Yeah, most people

would think it'd be the gluteus maximus,

cos of the high fat content,

but no, no,

he has to have

this little thin slice of beef right here.

Go figure.

Never tasted either one of 'em myself, so I

couldn't really tell you if they're any good or not.

Goddamn it, I hate giving 'em drugs like that.

F***in ' pisses me off.

This is not the way I do things,

Angie, normally.

I take the girls, I give 'em health food,

put 'em away for a couple days. Lots of water.

Flushes all the drugs right out of their system.

Now, that is good food.

But, I gotta get on the road, so...

Not that it really affects him that much.

But nothin ' seems to affect him much.

Well... priests and churches.

But then again,

he's not eatin ' them, is he?

All right.

There.

Oh, come on.

Oh, hey. No, no, no.

You don't have to worry. No, listen.

I'm gonna hit you right here in the forehead,

right here.

It's only gonna hurt for a split second.

See, it kills the brain,

leaves the heart pumpin '.

That way, I can drain

all the blood outta you.

Aw, no, no, no, no.

No dying on me yet. Go ahead, breathe.

- Oh!

- You son of a b*tch! I hope you rot in hell!

What the hell was that?

You know what?

I said it was nice to have you out here.

Guess what? It's not that nice. Jesus Christ!

Try to be a nice guy,

and that's the thanks I get.

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