Death from Above Page #3

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You'd better tell me right now.

No. Sir, Sheriff.

I've been on straight and narrow

for this past seven months now.

Likely story.

I wouldn't sh*t you. Sheriff.

You 're my favorite turd.

Speedy.

What?

What's that?

Sheriff, what brings you out

to these parts?

Well, I was thinking

about an oil change,

but that peculiar welcome

and these fine automobiles

is making me think Speedy's chop shop

is back in business.

No. No. Sheriff.

Speedy's on the up and up.

Easy and I. We're

his support system.

We're like the "choppaholics".

That's right, Sheriff.

You sure about that?

Oh, yeah. You have my word.

Absolutely, Sheriff.

Okay, Gunnar, I'll take

your word for it.

But if you 're lying to me,

the long arm of the law is gonna come down

on you like a steel trap!

Chain you by the balls, boy.

Right you are, Sheriff.

Absolutely.

Yes, sir.

All right, you've been warned.

Evening, ladies.

Well, hello. Frankie.

You know, I got

your usual for ya.

Two big doughnuts

and some hot coffee.

Thank you, Marge.

And you keep the change.

Ah!

A $2-tip, Frank?

You weren't married, uh...

I'd like to take

a ride on your belt.

You never know, Marge.

The wife just might enjoy

one of those "metage a tois".

You mean a menage a trois?

Yeah, one of those, too.

Oh, let's call her up, bam!

Tempting, Marge.

Tempting.

I'll see ya, Marge.

I'll see ya.

Nice ass, Frank.

What the hell, Lefty?

How many times did I tell you to stop

whacking off to my girls

on a Hot Rod magazine?

You sicko

come on, Marge.

Get out of here, you nerd!

I'm gonna tell your mama that you've been

whacking off in my store.

Boo.

Help! Help!

Help me!

Looks like the end of the road

for this trucker.

His names was Frank Riddle.

Wife, two kids.

The attendant inside said he was

one of the nicest guys in the world.

Yeah. That's the way

it usually goes.

The ones that deserve it,

they never get it.

Nice guy like this

comes along, and splat.

Roadkill.

Three-six-seven three-six two.

Three-six-seven.

We found a motorcycle over here

in the southeast corner

of the lot covered with blood.

We'll be right there.

This guy's leaving a path

of death and destruction.

Yeah, he ain't

too smart, either.

He leaves a bike, a dead trucker.

He's giving us

a trail to follow.

There's just something... evil

about all this.

Yeah, and I bet that's got something

to do with that tablet.

So you wanna meet the band?

Yeah.

You 're gonna meet 'em all right,

but I'm gonna tell you something.

There're certain rules around here.

You think about that

before you go backstage.

Okay?

I'll send you back.

I don't know.

I think he is a little sleazy.

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