Beastmaster 2: Through the Portal of Time Page #5

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the dimensional portal

that you came through.

Way rad!

So, uh, listen...

Leatherface...

how do you supposed I get

back through this, uh, portal?

Ha ha ha.

"Leatherface."

I shall be happy to take you

in exchange for certain information.

Information?

Yes.

Hell, I'm loaded with information.

I watch Jeopardy! Every night.

I seek a weapon known as

the neutron detonator.

Neutron detonator.

Yes.

Right.

Well, once we're back in Los Angeles,

I'll get one for you at K-Mart.

Beware of treachery, my lord.

Look, Daddy's good friends

with Admiral Benz.

He's the chief of pacific operations.

I'm sure he probably has a warehouse

full of neutron detonators...

somewhere.

[ caw ]

Few people have been foolish enough

to betray me, little one.

Girl scout's honor.

We'll just hop back

through that rabbit hole

and grab a neutron detonator,

and you'll be back by lunch.

Promise.

We go.

The Beastmaster.

No.

I shall kill him with my own hand.

No. Come on. You can kill him

anytime. Our time is limited.

Arklon...

Zavic, Exeter, if you wish

to live, he must die.

Yes, my lord.

Ruh!

Arklon!

Arklon, not now. Time is fleeting.

Brother?

You are the one.

I should have known.

Till death do us part.

Not now, Arklon!

You creep, you're breaking my arm.

You killed your own brother.

No. Not yet.

I merely detained him until

a more propitious moment,

althrough I understand

why he's so hard to kill.

He's from my own blood.

Well, I bet your mom

always liked him best.

You know, I've got friends in this town.

You'll never get away with this.

Lord Arklon can get away with anything.

My sweet little child,

if you value your health,

you'll lead us to the

neutron detonator now.

OK, OK. Lighten up.

Good.

Whoa.

Check out the radical rags, man.

Hey, wow...

Whoa, whoa.

Why are they looking at me like this?

They're digging your royal attire, sire.

Of course.

You got to get yourself

some fresh threads.

See, apparently the suspects

have fired some gas lines.

The guys down here took care of that,

but this jerk won't come out of the alley.

We've tried talking to the guy.

He won't say a thing.

What?

What the hell is that doing here?

Good question.

There are many of them...

and few of us.

We called the zoo biologist.

He has tranquilizer darts.

Did he bring one for Mr. Loincloth?

That's why God invented taser guns.

You know how I feel about tasers.

Look, you try rushing him.

OK, go ahead.

Holy sh*t...

Aah!

Fire the taser!

Well, there you have it, chief.

No muss, no fuss.

What about tabby back there?

The zoo's keeping him.

They're sure he's not

one of theirs, though.

Find out everything you

can about the weirdo.

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