Black Sheep Page #4

up for dog food, you little worm.

Now get the f*** off my land.

Ahh!

Henry:

They might come from anywhere.

And they might not.

Calm down, bro.

So this guy you're looking for,

is he your boyfriend?

- My boyfriend?

- Yeah.

- Is he your boyfriend?

- Grant's part of our collective.

We're a non-profit cooperative

that shares information

and resources about

environmental issues.

So what were you and your

boyfriend doing here today?

We keep hearing about

some cowboy lab

that's flushing every animal research

guideline down the toilet.

Scum like Astrid Rush

and your brother

need to answer to

somebody sometime.

For someone who likes animals,

you don't like people very much, do you?

I would have thought

that you of all people

would appreciate efforts

to deconstruct

the colonialist paternalistic

agrarian hierarchy

that disenfranchises

the Tangata Whenua

and erodes the natural

resources of Aotearoa.

Learn all that

at university, did ya,

before you dropped out?

I didn't drop out, thank you.

I just missed exams

while we were

occupying a poultry farm.

Anyway, that's none

of your business.

Henry:
Are you okay?

Rescue Remedy?

I don't need rescuing.

I need Dettol and a sticking plaster.

No thanks.

Fine, suit yourself.

Henry:

Wait, we should stick together.

Tucker, I'm sorry.

It's my fault you got bitten.

Don't worry.

It'll be...

oh f***!

I'll get a tetanus shot

when we get back.

- Clear it right up.

- But the sheep did that.

Then I'll get the vet

to have a look at it. It'll be fine.

Oh God.

Here they come.

- Don't wait for me!

- I'm not leaving you behind.

- What about the sheep?

- Well, f*** the sheep!

No time for that, bro!

Go go go!

- In here.

- Not in there.

Why not?

It's been here forever. It's empty.

- No it's not, bro.

- This is your brother's laboratory.

You got

a better idea?

Go home.

Get, go on!

Henry:
Come on.

Did you know

about this?

I just thought they were playing with

sperm or something.

Oh God.

Stand back!

Do it.

Tucker?

Jesus, Henry, are you gonna shoot me

if I end up like that?

- You're trespassing.

- Taihoa, Bo Peep.

What is this?

I told you.

Agricultural science.

This isn't science.

The sheep are revolting.

Aren't they?

- Now, Henry...

- Hey hey.

I'll take that as

your resignation.

Angus, what would Dad

say about all this?

He wouldn't say anything.

He'd be knee-deep in mud

with his hand up

a sheep's ass.

Your father was

My father fell off a cliff

chasing a wool-blind ewe.

Angus, there's something wrong

with the sheep. They attacked us.

Oh nonsense.

Your brother's clearly one

of these lunatic greenies.

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