Code Name: The Cleaner Page #3

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- Yes, sir.

Well, let's fire

them puppies up.

Yeah. Ha.

Okay.

Here we go.

That would be

a slice, sir.

Slice of what?

Pizza?

- Son of a b*tch!

- Uh-oh. Sorry.

Here we go.

Here we go...

What on earth

is he doing?

One wing of his brain

has shut down.

Some recent events,

recent acquaintances

have been

temporarily lost.

He still knows how to eat

with a fork, drive a car,

go to the bathroom...

and play golf.

Swing, batter!

Usually, the recovery

transpires in waves

or flashes over a

three-to-five day period.

Any number of things

can trigger his recovery...

a person's face, a certain

smell, a familiar sound.

We don't have five days.

How do we speed it up?

Arousal sometimes

can do it.

Oh my.

Whew, well...

That's about

enough of this.

Simon, I think

I'll take a little nap.

- Jake?

- Oh! Whoo!

Are you feeling

better?

Hell yeah!

I mean...

but I think I'm gonna have

the good doctor come back

and take my

blood pressure again.

Why?

'Cause of these?

You bought them

for me.

Remember?

Oh, yeah.

Still can't believe

that you don't remember me.

Well, big Jake can't

remember sh*t right now,

but little Jake is

screaming, "I'm home!"

Oh, come on.

Think hard.

Yeah, try and

remember something.

Anything.

Come on,

for me, baby.

Ooh! Like what?

Like...

the computer chip

you had at the hotel.

Computer chip?

I don't...

You went there

to return it,

- remember?

- Well, computer chip,

potato chip, chocolate chip... I don't

know what you're talking about.

I'm just so happy I'm

married to a freak!

Come on, baby.

Give me one memory.

Okay, baby, talk and

blow now, talk and blow.

Okay, a memory...

sure sure. Um...

Oh, yeah. I remember,

uh uh, combat.

Really?

Uh, oh, some place

called "Digital Arts. "

- Keep it coming, baby.

- No, you keep it coming. Come here.

- I wanna tell you something.

- Hmm?

You know what? You wait here,

I'll be right back.

Where are you going?

Did I cross the line?

Don't take too long!

Little Jake

can't be alone right now.

- That's it. I'm not going any further.

- Fine.

- Plan B then?

- Yes, do it.

What's in it?

It's a hot mix of speed

and sodium pentothal.

Will it make him talk?

Oh, he'll talk, all right.

But I have to tell you,

there is a chance that it could

cause his brain to scramble

- and send him into cardiac arrest.

- Cardiac arrest?

Hopefully, you'll get what you

need before his heart explodes.

Sh*t!

Whoa.

Help me.

Yes!

Damn, that was smooth.

# Get 'em up,

put 'em up #

# HP, KG,

light 'em up... #

#... All the ladies

got you going crazy #

# All the fellas

getting that gravy #

# Get 'em up,

keep 'em high #

# Once again, it's on

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