Blood Diner Page #4

to be vegetarians,

and what

self-respecting vegetarian

would be a party

to such a gruesome display

of monstrously inhuman

degenerate behavior?

This is disgusting.

Arms sawed off. Organs removed.

Head severed from its body.

Nine perfectly healthy tongues

ripped from

their young, live throats.

[ Gags 1.

With your permission,

Chief Miller,

I would like to go down

to the coroner's now

so we can get a head start

on any clues from the autopsy.

Good thinking, Jackson.

You two go over there.

See what you come up with.

I'll try to round up enough guts

to call their parents.

Now get moving, both of you!

Right, Chief.

I love you, honey

Let me give you money

I love you, honey,

let me give you money

I love you, honey,

let me give you money...

Thank you, Miss... Sanders.

We'll be getting to you

very soon.

Thanks. I'm sure.

I love you, baby

Oh, yes, I do

I love you, baby

I love you true

I love you, baby

Through and through

I love you, baby

And I don't know

what to do, whoo...

George!

Quit screwing around, would ya?

We got two specials.

All right. Coming up.

I love you, honey

Ah, um, ah, um

Ah, loop de loop de loop

Ah, loop de loop de loop...

This is

even better than the last time.

Hey, I'm glad

you like it, Vitamin.

Thanks for

all the business, too.

I'm determined

to make you boys famous.

Good health food's hard to find

in this dung heap of a city.

By the way...

what is the special ingredient

in the Tuesday surprise?

Well, if I told you that,

it wouldn't be a surprise

anymore, would it?

Okay.

...long ago

Stuck in his fly!

Ah, pretty baby

I sense your need

Ah, pretty baby...

Hey, Georgie. George.

Cover for me, will you?

Okey-doke, Mikey.

And now

a challenge to the public

from one little Jimmy Hitler.

Mr. Hitler...

I have a message

to tell this land!

Any of you knot-head scum-heads

who think that you're

man enough to mess with me,

Little Jimmy Hitler,

then meet me here

this Thursday night,

and I'll be ready

to wipe the mat

with any of you gut-smelling

butt-wipers audacious enough

to try the true strength

of professional wresting!

That's this Thursday night

here, baby! Be here!

You better believe

I'll be there!

I'll wipe the mat with your ass,

you Nazi scum!

I wrestle! I'll show him good!

Can you wrestle

as good as you cook?

Eat this, fat-ass.

' - [gagging 1

Connie, what's wrong?

Michael, you don't understand.

I knew those girls.

If I'd... If I'd done

that tape, I'd be dead, too.

Listen to me.

If anybody ever so much

as looks at you cross-eyed,

I want you to come and tell me.

They won't have a head left

to think about doing it twice.

Thank you, Michael.

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