Chopping Mall Page #5

The air duct.

We take it down to the parking

levels, we're outta here.

Let's go for it!

Go, baby!

what was

that? Go, Suzie. Go.

I'm right behind you.

As usual.

Prepare for detonation.

Proceeding to alternate access.

Come on, Alison, you're next.

Come on, keep going.

Keep going!

I thought this was

an air conditioning duct.

Except the heat's been turned

on. In the middle of summer?

They know we're in here.

They're trying to French-Fry us.

Come on, Suze.

You know who gives you twice

as much heat at the restaurant.

Damn!

Wrap whatever you can

around your hands.

I can't stand this anymore.

I gotta get outta here.

I gotta get outta here!

Come on, Suze.

Hang in there.

What now?

Find some way outta here.

We're gonna have to defend ourselves.

This place got a sporting goods store?

Peckinpah's. Let's go.

How are we gonna get in?

Don't worry. I got the keys.

Jesus.

Ferdy, propane tanks. Grab

the biggest. All right.

Let's see.

What about shells?

Twelve gauge.

Here.

Great. Thanks.

And some 223's.

Let's go send those f***ers

a Rambo-Gram.

You sure you know

how to shoot that?

Yeah. I saw

dirty harry 24 times.

All set?

Yeah.

Good.

One of them ought to have heard

that. Dead man could've heard that.

Hey, fellas,

we got company.

That didn't take very long.

Steady. Go for it.

Ferdy, now!

I gotta find Greg.

He needs me.

Let me outta here!

Suzie, please.

The guys told us to go down

to the parking levels.

Come on, kiddo. Greg wouldn't

want you to give up now.

Oh, go to hell, Linda!

You do what you want,

but I'm getting out of here.

Suzie, stop it! Please.

Greg needs me.

I know he does.

Jesus.

What's that?

Robot blood.

Not too shabby, huh?

We're not finished yet.

We still got two more of these

suckers around here someplace.

We gotta get more tanks.

What are you thinking?

I got an idea.

Really, this is not

a good idea. Bullshit!

Greg could be hurt.

They all could.

I'm gonna find them.

I've got to.

What do you think?

Well,

If we gotta go,

let's not go empty-Handed.

Sh*t. I didn't think

they'd work.

Never hurts to try.

I guess not. Give me a hand.

Let's pry this baby open.

Come on.

You know, I gotta worry.

Report from the front:

Ferdy's gotta worry.

Yeah. What if these things

can read our minds?

They're gonna be awful mad

when they get to me.

All right.

Come on. Let's go.

Give me the gun.

Right.

Take the cap off

and stuff the cloth in.

That's it? That's it.

Light it and throw it.

You sound like

you've done this before.

Regular or unleaded,

it gets the job done.

Protector 1 back on-Line.

Hey, guys, how's it goin'?

Almost done, Ferdy.

You think mike got out all

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