Bite Marks Page #4

Well, French kiss a light socket.

And you say that I'm

the one that's orally fixated.

Damn! Damn! Damn and blast it!

Did you hurt yourself?

All right, all right. What did you bump into?

A coffin.

Well, that's what he said he was hauling.

Do you see what made that noise?

No.

Hey, swing your light around.

What?

Didn't Brewster say he

was carrying a load of coffins?

I only see one.

Hey! What are you doing? Get out of there!

It's leaking something.

I thought you were

carrying a bunch of coffins?

There's only one inside.

What?

What is it?

There's supposed to

be about five coffins in there.

I'd better check the invoice.

You ready to hit the road?

No way! Let's check this place out!

One, two... five. There's

supposed to be five!

Crow in a blender!

That's a really

photogenic pile of junk, Cary.

You'd like it better if it wore a Speedo.

Everything looks better in a Speedo!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey, take a picture of me!

Now that's art!

I bet I could operate one of these babies!

It's a little different

than putting in a quarter

and going for a stuffed bear.

Hey, I always got that stuffed bear!

Seriously, though. My Dad used

to sell these to the military.

Well, it's big and heavy

and has a large appendage.

Why am I not surprised?

You know, there are sculptors

who make art out of junk.

Noble and Webster's heads would

explode if they saw all this.

Damn it! Thought I had that fixed.

The mechanic just called. He'll

be here in a couple of hours.

You hear me?

I said, the...

mechanic's gonna be late.

Vogel, do you hear that?

I think this used to be a vibrator.

Listen!

What is that?

Sounds like Carnie Wilson

with a plate of chicken wings.

What are you doing?

YouTube.

It looks like they're... eating him.

I think you had the right idea.

Let's grab my backpack from

the truck and beat cheeks!

No sudden moves.

They're too busy to notice us.

Do you think they're zombies?

I don't know.

Brewster! What's wrong? Get up, man!

The camera flash! He must be an epileptic!

He's having a seizure!

What do we do?

We have to get him back to the truck!

How are we gonna do that?

Grab an arm!

They're coming! Pull! Pull!

Hurry! Go! Go!

I can't! He's too heavy!

Why'd they stop?

I don't know. But let's go, we're close!

Are they playing with us?

I've no idea. Let's try something.

Reverse!

I don't know what's going on,

but let's get Brewster back to the truck!

I don't get it! They could

have easily caught...

us. It's like they're playing cat and mouse.

- "Cat" is right!

- You f***ing pussies!

You never learn, do you?

What do we do?

Get him some water.

C'mon, Brewster, you're an NRA poster child.

You have to have a gun!

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