Crank: High Voltage Page #5

AII right, then.

Honey, let's go.

My heart.

Oh, I love you, too.

Honey, come on, over here.

Are you okay?

Is it the Chinese poison?

Friction.

Doc said, friction.

Chev.

Friction. Friction?

I'll give you friction.

Yeah.

Oh.

Babe.

Babe, what are you doin'?

Yeah. I know how this game works.

Oh, yes, work it, baby.

Okay.

Yeah. F***!

Keep goin', doll.

Rub it, baby.

Yeah rub it!

Okay good.

Rub it!

Oh, my God.

It's gross.

Hey!

No!

Oh!

Oh, baby.

F***, it's workin', Eve!

That's smashing!

F***in' do it, babe! Come on!

Doc Miles, you motherf***er!

You f***in' nailed it, Doc!

You f***in' got it, Doctor!

Oh, my God.

Baby, switch.

Give the kitty some cream, baby.

Give the kitty some more cream.

That's it! Who's your horse!

F***in' Eve!

This is your lucky day.

I f***in' love you!

I love you so much!

Eve! Stop!

The race is over!

Oh!

Door number six!

Dude I'm coming!

You're f***ing useless.

Yeah?

Well, you ain't no Ralph Macchio

yourself, Chev!

Oh, f***!

Did I drop some change

or did I hear a chink?

F*** you, man!

Yeah, f*** me?

Give me that f***in' box!

Come here, c*nt!

F*** you, Chelios!

Number six, Fire Carrier

Number seven.....

Number eight, Flying Bearcat.

Get in.

Number ten

Ah.

Chev Chelios.

Don motherfucking Kim.

Looks like you pulled my lily-white ass

out of the hot grease again.

Please...don't thank me.

I don't think I shall.

Now, I'm not sure if you're aware of this,

Jeeves, but your slant-eyed associates

have taken something of

extreme value to me.

And I intend to get it back.

You know what you are, Chev Chelios?

Tell me.

You...are a sh*t magnet.

Your friend has the gay condition.

And now where were we?

You were about to tell me exactly

who's got what I need and why.

You may have heard of the name...

''Poon Dong.''

Only in dirty limericks.

The patriarch of our organization

said to be one hundred years old,

considered to be more god than man

by the Triad gangs.

Well, several months ago, word had spread

out that Poon Dong had taken gravely ill

and without a heart transplant,

only had few days left to live.

I see.

Of course, that was unacceptable.

Many a Triad would have given their

hearts from their own breasts to save

the life of Poon Dong. But not me.

F*** that. But many.

Then word spread out that there was a man

who had a heart so powerful

that he was capable of surviving

even our most deadliest of poisons.

Yeah, the Chinese sh*t.

Yes.

It was you, Chev Chelios.

It was your heart that Poon Dong

chose to replace his own.

One more question. Who the f*** is

EI Huron, The Ferret?

And how is he involved with all this?

The Ferret?

Ah. Let's just say our organizations have

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