Bad Taste Page #4

This is what's left|of the people from Kaihoro.

They're in those boxes!

Get him, Barry!

For God's sake, guys,|keep it quiet!

Shut him up, Oz.

I've just cleaned that bit.

That's gross!

They come to bits easy!

Get rid of it!

The old magic's still there.

What are you doing, Frank?

I'm going to go in and find out|what's going on.

Here, he was carrying this.

You, stay here.

...the importance of keeping|the bloody books up to date.

The past week has been difficult...

and I would like to say|how proud I am of you all.

The manner in which you conducted|a very tricky slaughter operation...

has been a real credit to you|and indeed...

to the whole Crumb's Crunchy|Delights organisation.

Your paychecks will reflect|the gratitude of the company.

I don't think we'll have|any more trouble.

However...

we will be handing|these around later.

I am certain that...

when the homo sapiens taste takes|the galaxy by storm as it will...

Crumb's Crunchy Delights|will be back at the top.

McYaballow's Fried Moonrat|won't know what hit them.

All the livestock we need|are right here.

Four billion of them!

Right, Robert.

Once the Fast Food Authority|have checked the samples...

and issued|the Mass Slaughter Permits...

this grotty little planet|will tremble...

under the full might of|the Lord Crumb restaurant chain!

Within a year the giant mincer|will descend from the sky...

the sun reflecting|from its silver bits...

and no army on earth|will be able to stop...

the noddy-burger machine!

I see the gruel is ready!

An exquisite bouquet, Robert.

Aren't I lucky, I got a chunky bit!

Here you are, boys.

We'll bring out a whole line...

of homo-sapiens low-calorie|delicacies...

juicy raw rump...

brains soaked in lemon juice...

spinal fluid sauce...

assorted organ stew...

sapien-burguers...

and chewy homo nuggets.

Just before we leave tomorrow...

we'll have a little party dinner|with fresh local meat.

It's my show of appreciation|to you all.

Christ, you'll never believe|what I just had to do!

Did you have to drink|some chuck?

Come on, let's find that guy|and get out of here.

Goodnight, boys.

Goodnight, Reg.

Oh, Robert,|what a lovely little hottie!

You OK?

Careful!

- Thanks.|- Get dressed.

Door!

Well, at least we got in quietly.

Stay here!

Up here!

Got him!

Good one!|Get the bastards!

There's more outside!

Split up!|Send the boy up here!

Come on!

How many did you see?

About eight or nine.

Nah, there's heaps more.

That's one less.

- Ever been in a gun battle before?|- No.

Me neither, but this one's|going to be beaut.

Go, Frank!

Cover the back!

Gotcha!

Come on!

Look out!

I bet that cleared his sinuses.

That's another beer|you owe me, Oz.

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