Class of Nuke 'Em High Page #6

- Warren!

- It's only me.

I'll see you later.

You know,

I'm still feeling kind of yucky.

Yeah, me too.

Chrissy, I know this may

sound ridiculous, but er...

- Have you ever hallucinated at all?

- You too?

Yeah!

Where did Eddie get that stuff?

He said he got it

from those damn Cretins.

The Cretins?

Oh, great!

Sit down, f*** face!

Warren!

I can't, Chrissy. Somebody should

do something about those pigs!

Let somebody else do it.

I don't want you getting hurt.

Come in!

Did you study?

Come in.

Guten Tag.

Guten Tag.

I think you've got the most

beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen.

Hope I'm not late!

Are you all right?

Man! I'm gonna kill those bums!

Who?

The Cretins for making Chrissy

and me so sick.

Mum? I'm home!

Wipe your feet, and don't forget

to do your homework before dinner.

- Did you get it?

- Yeah.

I knew I had some somewhere.

- Now we can get some bread.

- Yeah.

Look.

Lady, lady you gotta help me.

My friend is having an epileptic seizure.

Oh, my goodness!

Should we call an ambulance?

Oh, no, no, no.

Look at him.

He could die any minute.

There's no time.

He's gonna bite his tongue off.

I need something soft

to put in his mouth.

Get the f***ing pocketbook.

Pocket book. Your pocketbook.

- Oh... Oh, you could save a life.

- No.

Thank you. Thank you.

Shut up!

Spike, come on!

Coming!

- Hey, Pete.

- Hey, Beethoven.

Hey, where's Spike?

- Who the hell is that?

- I don't know.

It looks like Warren Brandt.

But he looks

a little messed up to me.

Hey, look at him.

Now, don't you use that Alka Seltzer gag

on me, a**hole!

It's already been done.

I'm gonna get him.

Come on, Spike.

You must remember something, man.

I remember everything.

Pete and Beethoven

were fighting with this lunatic.

I jumped the guy from behind.

Next thing I know I was out.

When I woke up, they were dead.

I did not see who wasted them.

You got close enough

to get tossed on your ass.

You must have seen something.

I'm telling you,

I only saw him from behind.

The weird thing about it, though,

is he looked like Warren Brandt.

What?

- What's up, girls?

- Troma, Troma, Troma...

Where's your spirit?

Where's your energy?

Come on now and

stick your stomachs in like I do.

And now let's go with spirit!

- Give me a T!

- T!

- Give me an R!

- R!

- Give me an O!

- Ohh!

- Give me an M!

- M!

- Give me an A!

- Argh!

A-A-A-Argh!

That's good, Chrissy!

That's the spirit!

Come on, now. Let's do it again.

- Look! What happened to Chrissy?

- Where are they taking her?

'Dr Howard,

Dr Kline, Dr Howard.'

She'll be fine, Mrs Murphy.

But what's the problem?

She's always been such a healthy child.

Mrs Murphy,

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