Crank: High Voltage Page #4

My f***in' nuts!

Get him off!

It's all right!

Will our insurance cover that?

Stop it!

Freeze! Get down! Get down!

Turn around! Get down!

What the f*** is that around your neck?

Get down on the ground!

Show me your--

Are you f***in' kidding me?

Kaylo?

Get on!

Both of you down on the ground now!

Get down! Get down!

Get off that f***in' moped!

Kaylo, I thought you were dead.

My name's Venus.

I'm from Hollywood.

Kaylo was my brother.

Brother?

No sh*t.

Hey, what the f***

did you hit me for, anyway?

I have a condition.

FBT, Full Body Tourette's.

I can't control myself.

Jesus!

F***!

What the f***?

Hey, listen, I'm sorry about your brother,

but I need to get to the

Hollywood Park racetrack.

And I mean right the f*** now.

What's the matter,

are you hurIln' or something?

Is that where they're at?

Who?

The ill suckers that killed my brother.

You're Chev ''The Cheese'' Chelios, right?

The sickest, most wickedest motherf***er

that ever vaporized a motherf***er

in cold blood, right?

Yeah. That's me.

Yeah. So we're gonna get those suckers--

Get a grip on yourself.

It's already done.

Huh?

It's done.

I already took care of

the ones that did Kaylo.

But... AII of them?

AII of them.

D-E-A-D. Brown bread.

Right Said Fred?

Simply Red.

I see.

Well, don't look so gloomy, Elvis.

I can assure you they did

not die pleasantly.

No...you don't understand.

It's a matter of honor.

It should have been me to

avenge my brother's death.

Well...so long, Chelios.

My brain hurts.

There is one I never got to on account

of I could never find him.

The one that calls himself ''The Ferret.''

EI Huron?

You know him?

No. It means ''The Ferret'' in Spanish.

Right. Yeah, I knew that.

Listen, you want to find the dude that

made your brother dead, you find him.

Chev?

Racetrack.

You're here.

That you, Chelios?

I'm runnin' on empty, Doc.

Same here, buddy.

I think I need to stick

my dick in a socket.

I don't recommend that.

But friction...

Friction?

Yeah. Skin-on-skin contact

creates static electricity.

You're f***in' kidding me, right?

Dude...the friction of two like objects

causes a transfer of electrons.

Science one-oh-one, Chevy.

You probably ditched that class. I did.

Find someone to rub against.

It's gonna help.

Well, it's not gonna hurt.

Terrific race.

That's a great horse, mate.

What the f***, man?

What the f***?

What are you doin'?

Mate, that was all you.

Yo, man!

F***in' Doc.

Hey there, mister!

Somebody stop him! Stop him!

Chev? Oh!

Look, my horse! My horse!

Get out of there!

Scram!

Please.

Hey, oink-oink, chill out.

He's just had too many drinks.

I got him. Okay? Go about your business.

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